What with Christmas (sorry, Winterval) coming ever closer, I have noticed that people round Dagenham haven't been half as self-indulgent this year with their Christmas decorations. Usually, the whole area glows like Las Vegas, with snowmen, twinkly trees and fairylights on full display. Maybe this can be explained by people going green and wishing to use less energy (as if anyone round gave a shite about the state of the planet). Maybe its the sheer cost of running such lighting (blame those Godless Russians and their energy greed). Maybe its because punters are seeing through over-commercialism.
Shame, because as I'm really no more than a working class git with a semi-functioning brain, I rather like the overkill of lighting up your house as it you were trying to compete with Piccadilly Circus. Once from Hayes, always from Hayes. That's the not-posh Hayes near Heathrow, not the leafy one in Kent.
Anyway, I was having a wander around Dagenham (OK, I was walking around London's only circular road, Valance Circle) and came across this wee baby. Not so much a house decoration, but Santa's main London grotto.
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And up our street is this electric blue number. Its notoriously difficult taking good shots at night, especially with a camera phone, and even a relatively competent one like my Samsung D900 struggles here. I've put them through a photo enhancement program, but even so, the full scary blueness of this house window cannot be fully appreciated. You can see the thing reflected on the opposite house as you walk down our street, that's just how bloody bright it is. Lacks any aesthetic, for sure, but makes up for it in sheer power.
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