A man can only take so many Christmas decorations. No way I was getting on a tram back on my own, and how the fukk are you supposed to know which one to get on? There's bladdy hundreds of the things.
I found a taxi and we were on our way when I spotted a fabulous sight and said to the drives to go round the circuit again so I could get a pic. My Bosnian driver's eyes lit up at having such a fool to ask an astronomically priced ride to stop to take pictures. But anyway...
Central Station was pretty cool I think.
As was the Clarion Hotel. While my taxi driver watched his meter revolving a woman sat on the right hand side of that bench started shouting at me... upset at being in my photo. She was an old hag and wasn't in the photo for that reason. If she'd been hot I would have got a sneaky shot in earlier!
There was a whole orchard of decorated trees on the way back, but I was starting to get suspicious of my taxi driver. No more stops.
A quick shot at the traffic lights...
And that was it. I hope you enjoyed a few Christmas pics. My taxi charged 68 quid... I kid you not. A 2 minute ride cost the same as a 4 hour ride from Korat to Suvarnabhum (pre Brexit). But waht can ya do.
My Christmas haul...
Not as good as I hoped. I'm particularly looking forward to SPAM sandwiches dunked in Heinz Tomato Soup (I've got the HP Sauce already!).
Bisto and Chicken Oxo all ready for the Christmas Day meal... or maybe I could get some pork mince and make a chicken pie?
I was really pleased to get the Paxo stuffing. I've been toying with the idea of stuffing the chicken with my pack of ten (unopened) bad boys for a fun Christmas dinner surprise, but I worry if Muhammad joins us it may backfire badly and I may get more than I bargained for...
And besides, will they even work after an hour and a half at 220 degrees!
Merry Christmas everyone!