Those of you who follow me on Instagram will already know that I had a whale of a time at carnival this year.
Phoebe and I spent the day wiggling away to reggae, hip hop & dance hall.
We made friends from all over the world and I met a few of my amazing readers.
It only seems right that I kick off my carnival photo diary with The King.
We bumped into Ben from Yacht Week, who made quite an impression on Phoebe!
I got arrested for being a snap happy little paparazza.
Thankfully he let me off with a warning.
Phoebe celebrated with back flips.
For lunch we lay on a lawn with big ol’ plates of jerk chicken and rice… not quite as good as mine, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
We danced until the sun went down… when the crowds started getting a little lary.
Phoebe and I held hands, ducked down behind a swarm of riot police and ran all the way home.
Yes we’re wimps, but having danced since 10am we were ready for pizza and bed.
Now the clouds of Jerk chicken and dope smoke have faded away, leaving The Hill to its yummy mummies and ladies who brunch.
Is Notting Hill Carnival a London phenomenon or are there similar parties where you live?