Chinese New Year 2016

‘Where have you been, O Elf?’, you ask breathlessly, ‘we have awaited your latest blog post with bated breath, and can hardly contain our anticipation.’

Relax, my avid readers. Yes, I know you are avid readers; the internet is clearly so keen on your musings that my hit counter remains low in the spirit of the slave who was hired to mutter behind the Roman Emperor, ‘Remember, you are mortal’. So kind of you to help my feet stay on the ground in this heady blogosphere.

So onto one of Elf’s favourite times of year: Chinese New Year. Now, I’m not Chinese (I am Elfglish, thank you), and this is not my New Year. But as anyone who’s had a takeaway or Dim Sum will know, one thing the Chinese have spot on is FOOD.

Thus, I’m celebrating their New Year, and eating their food, and joining in their revelry.

Now, anyone who knows anything about celebrating Chinese New Year in London knows that the only place to go is Chinatown.

 And it seems everyone knows.

Hold onto your children, personal possessions and pet dog. This place is unbelievably crowded. The official entertainment didn’t start till 10am, but by half nine, the streets were packed. And when I tried to get through at 11am, I literally, despite my height and ability to squeeze through small spaces, got trapped. No one was able to move; someone had had the bright idea to use metal barriers to stop people wandering onto the road where the procession was, with hardly any gaps. A good idea in principle, but for people trying to simply walk up the street, this was impossible as all the streets cross each other – meaning you couldn’t cross any roads at all! In the end, a burly human lifted up one of the barriers and we were able to cross the road.

Luckily, because I had gotten there so early, I was able to have a little peek at the stores before everyone got packed like elves in a eucalyptus tree (mmm. Those trees smell so good. But that’s for another time). Every year, you can expect some staples: toys shaped like this year’s animal (2016 is the Year of the Monkey – when is the Year of the Elf going to be?! I know. EVERY YEAR.), those little twisted bits of paper that make crackling noises when you throw them on the floor, and paper dragons that expand and contract and are really quite ingenious.

Takeaways are always absolutely packed during this time of year, so I didn’t even try to get a table (besides, I cannot control myself when it comes to the buffet). However, there are some delicacies everyone should try during this food-filled time of year:

-          Sugared fruits – get them from any Chinese supermarket from late January onwards. They have things like coconut flakes and lotus seeds, covered in a serious dusting of sugar, like the old Frosties before they tried to look more health conscious. The belief is that by eating sweets, the consumer will have a ‘sweet’ year.

-          Nian gao – my human made this for me (using the recipe here) and I had three slices. I then had to lie down for a very long time, as this stuff is seriously filling. The words ‘nian gao’ simply mean ‘year cake’, but also sounds like the word for ‘every year taller’ so everyone’s eating some to try and grow. At least for knitted elves, it doesn’t work. I’ve tried.

-          Pomelo – it’s like a grapefruit on steroids, but more sweet and less sour. What’s not to love?

I’m just going to have a little lie down now and try to sleep all this food off.

Till next time,

Elf Dryadalis

West End Live!

Your intrepid Elf is always managing to squeeze into the best events around London for your reading pleasure. After all, being six inches tall and avoiding all ticket fees - 'Adult or child ticket?' 'Elf.', I do tend to go where no others can fit in.

However, I believe that an Elf must always pick his battles.

And with crazy queues, there was no point picking this one.

'What on earth is all this about?', I hear you cry, 'What is this exclusive and oh-so-desirable event?'

This one. West End Live (and squashed), when theatre productions around London come out of the stage doors and perform little extracts in Trafalgar Square.

It's free (yippee!) but so, so packed, and you have to queue for about 3 or 4 days to get in. As this is the last day for this year's events, your Elf tried to get a view by climbing the steps of the National Gallery. As you can see from the photo above, it didn't work.

But your Elf is not to be daunted! You see, there are two sites for West End Live. Trafalgar Square is the packed one, but Leicester Square, where I am now, is so much calmer. Leicester Square is where it all started, actually, but now it sits there empty and forlorn.

WHICH MEANS I HAVE THE BEST VIEWS.

Inside is a little exhibition of costumes etc, with little workshops for kids. Behind me are a tutu from Billy Elliot, and a blazer from Jersey Boys.

And, uhmm, Kinky Boots from Kinky Boots.

There was even a opportunity for a selfie.

The holes are very high up, just to warn you.

Actually, they're terrifying.

Anyway, onto other boards, there was one asking you to guess who on earth all these humans are. Apparently they're famous actors and actresses. They missed out Elf Dryadalis, who will top them all (given a ladder).

Ah. To finish off the day, here's me standing in front of the Olivier Award, in honour of all the acting I haven't done.

If you want to join the crowds, move quickly - after today (21/06/15 before any of you read this in the future and jump on me), West End Live won't be coming back till next year!

See you on the red carpet,

Elf Dryadalis

Pretty vintage car

Just a quick little post to point out this little vintage car I saw off Oxford Street recently - isn't it pretty?

Now, usually, I prefer to walk everywhere (that way, you don't run over any cats etc), but every so often there are these cute little vehicles that brighten up the streets.

I suggest that if you're interested in cars and want to see some, try Kensington for the supercars, and also have a look outside the Savoy hotel on the Strand, where there's usually one of the fancy hotel cars for you to have a little peek at.

See you soon,

Elf Dryadalis

London's burning, London's burning......

 Ah, yea fellow elves, we are in mortal peril.

Last week, Kingsway (no, not a drunk monarch, the busy road in Central London) caught fire. Literally. There was a gas main underneath the road, which ignited when an electrical spark decided to escape.

Businesses were shut, libraries evacuated, and we saw some pretty cool fire engines out on the roads, looking butch.

The roads were full of official-looking people in bright jackets, either as a safety measure or a fashion statement.

So what did Londoners do whilst their lives were in potential peril?

They stood around and watched.

And took pictures (like your good elf here did).

And moved closer to the fire to check it out like it was the hottest thing since the last pavement fire.

The smoke was blowing all over the very centre of London - this is the view from outside the Royal Courts of Justice. It isn't fog, and those aren't all clouds.

The smell was like sulphur mixed with Uncle Elfard's farts. I was about to put a knitted scarf over my face to keep out the fumes before realising that I myself am knitted.

So convenient!

Oh, and by the way, the road's still closed.

Enjoy your journey.

See you soon,

Elf Dryadalis

Chinese New Year in Chinatown 2015

Happy Chinese New Year!

Oh, you're not Chinese?

Well, Happy Chinese New Year anyway! It means lots of food, celebrations and general well-mannered revelry.

You can't turn that down.

'Elf', you say quizzically, 'where is your beautiful face to adorn this blog post? Where were you in Chinatown?'

I was here. 5th row back, amongst the crowd.

Can you see me?

No?

How could you not?

Anyway. I think I have successfully made the point that Chinese New Year celebrations are extremely crowded.

Keep an eye on your elflings.

Or they might get eaten by these psychedelic fish.

Fish are associated in Chinese culture with wealth, so they're popular motifs even though it's not actually year of the fish or anything.

It's Year of the Sheep.

So here we have a giant duck.

And a phoenix.

And a dragon.

And some children.

Ah, here we go, a sheep!

'That's a ram,' you say, refering to your zoology textbooks in a haste, 'it can't be Year of the Sheep'.

Well let me tell you, o humans, that the basic word for sheep, ram and goat is the same in Chinese. So take your pick.

And if the argument gets too heated, here's the Fire Brigade station in Soho opening up its doors.

Ahh. A rest under the pagoda. Nice and shaded.

That's what the pagoda looks like from the outside, in case you were wondering. You weren't? Oh well. Indulge, my friends, indulge.

And when you're walking down the street, keep an eye out for the traditional lion dances - it's believed that they bring good fortune to businesses they visit. Businesses used to dangle a red envelope and lettuce (hey, veganism is the rage, even for lions, didn't you know), and the lion would shred it. I didn't see any businesses doing that this year though, since it's probably counted as littering now. That's a shame. You should see the mess elves make during our annual festivals of starlight. But anyway...............

A bonus picture - lion heads.

Not made from real lions.

See you soon,

Elf Dryadalis

Forbidden Planet: not actually a planet.

So. It's way too early in the morning, and I'm standing outside a shop. Voluntarily.


Now, what are the likely reasons for such strange behaviour? Please choose the likely answer from below.

1. Kim Kardashian is inside, filming her latest attempt to break the internet.
2. It's raining outside, and inside looks dry.
3. Kim Kardashian is outside, filming her latest attempt to break the internet, and inside looks safe.
4. There's merchandise inside I want to buy.

Now, if it's 1. or 3. you selected, you have spent too long on the internet. Your cat needs feeding. Go to her now.

If it's 2. you selected, you have spent too long in London. Go home. Oh, London is your home? That's awkward.

If it's 4. you selected, you have spent too long on this blog. I love you. Please, never change.

So, this is Forbidden Planet on Shaftesbury Avenue, in Central London. It sells all kinds of movie merchandise, comic merchandise, TV merchandise..........you get the idea.

And their window displays entice you closer - but what I like is that they actually put the prices in the window display. Most shops don't. It's only until you walk in and realise that you have to sell your cat to afford anything (well, you never feed her anyway, you horrible specimen of Mordor) that you take a step back in horror and become all Gollum-like - 'We wants it, yessss, my preccccccccciiiiiiiiiiiiiouuuuuuuuuuuuussssssssss'. Most unfair.

With the prices in the window, you can do that outside.

And return after the sale of Mr Tibbles........

TO BUY ALL OF THIS.

So, I've always wanted a pet human, and I got one, and he's called Jaime Lannister. We're the same height! Isn't that great? I suggest that all elves get a pet human. The ones from Forbidden Planet tend to have difficulty thinking/getting outside the box for some reason, but you can't have everything!

The sword is to defend my homeland, conquer other peoples' homelands, and to, umm, open letters.

I even got a pack of cards. They say 'You win or you die' which I think is an excellent intimidation strategy against my opponent in Snap. The cards have the Jacks, Queens, Kings, Aces and Jokers emblazoned with pictures of the main characters. I love how Cersei is on both the Baratheon and Lannister cards, in a valiant attempt to avoid giving away spoilers.

Oh, and she's quite fit too. Don't tell Jaime I said that.

And finally, in case Jaime does find out and I have to make my escape, I have a travel pass holder to help me travel in style.

And in the worst case scenario, I can jump inside the sturdy plastic bag my purchases came in.

He'll never find me there.

See you later,

Elf Dryadalis

Christmas shop windows in Oxford Street

It's okay. You're not hallucinating. This is actually a penguin giving a cookery lesson.

In the shop window of John Lewis.

The penguin's not real.

'Oh dear!,' you exclaim, 'I've already called the RSPCA'.

Right then. That's your attitude, is it? Here's a penguin, happily making a calorific monstrosity for its kids, and you think it's cruelty. Think about your poor old Elf. I walked around for three hours to reach the penguin cookery demonstration (that is to say, the penguin doing some cooking, not someone cooking a penguin), and have a good old glimpse of all the shop windows along Oxford Street too.

The things I do for this blog.

Anyway, here I am proud to present to you, the famous (not really) Elf Dryadalis' Award for the Best Window Display. Let's go through the countdown.

5) Marks and Spencer

'What's that?' you ask, 'A multi-storey car park?'

Well, yes, I admit that it isn't exciting. In the slightest. The strings of lights change colour, and that's about it. It's in fifth place because I admire Marks and Spencer's cheek in using the same old 'Magic & Sparkle' advertising manta for about the millionth year in a row.

The changing colours are also vaguely hypnotising.

4) Debenhams

'Found it!' the advertising proudly proclaims. Yes, my dear, but what have you found? The perfect present? Old socks you dropped down the sofa last year? I presume it is the former, although, you never know, Debenhams does smell, sorry, sell, socks.

It's an impressive horde, certainly, but it's just overwhelming. All the products are just piled up, and I'm not getting the 'I MUST HAVE THAT SPARKLY THING RIGHT NOW' vibe. And let's face it, vibes for sparkly things are what Christmas is all about. (Who's Jesus? Never heard of the guy).

Aha. So that's what the 'Found it' tag is for. Someone found the building. And stuck a tag on it. Mystery solved.

3) Boots

Aww. This looks so traditional. That is to say, as traditional as you can get with metres of electrical lights, modern plastics and synthetic sparkles. But you get what I mean. It's got stars, it says 'Merry Christmas' (why, thank you, but it's only the 3rd of December), it screams at you from across the street.

Oh, and I have no idea if it's actually coming from Boots, but around that area of Oxford Street, fake foam snow is falling. It looks cool, and confuses everyone.

And you think, 'Oh dear, this might be slippery, I might have to get new boots'. And by magical advertising osmosis, you think, 'Boots!' and run across. Only to realise they don't actually sell boots.


2) John Lewis

They have a penguin in a bra. That should surely mean John Lewis cinches the top spot, but it's just that I'M SICK OF PENGUINS. They're everywhere. On that bloomin' advert, sold in stores (not the real ones! Put down your phone to the police), even in little promotional flyers advising me to adopt one this Christmas. Penguins are bigger than me, okay. I'm not adopting anything that could stomp me.

You might think that putting a penguin in a bra is rude. Well, just wait till you see this.

Perhaps it's time to move on.

In other news, penguins have been so sick of appearing on screen that they've seized equipment and are turning the cameras back on the humans.

In this shocking image, we see a full-sized penguin in a heated confrontation with the black cylinders of doom.
I presume that this is meant to make us buy cameras. But I'm too busy wondering how a penguin could possibly operate the controls on a DSLR, and whether or not the cameras would freeze up in an arctic environment. I tried asking the penguins, but they were unresponsive. So rude.

1) Selfridges

Father Christmas has given up. He followed his new GPS to try and find some kids' homes, and after ending up in a cul-de-sac, a disused quarry and a ditch, he's finally gone back to the paper version.

However, he now needs a hammer to break out of Selfridges' shop window.

Here, Selfridges gives the unwitting shopper due warning: this window is gold, because you'll need plenty of it to buy anything inside. A great 'Buyer Beware' campaign.

Umm, that's not an entire building stuffed inside a window - it's just the reflection (unless the building had GPS too, and went the same way as Father Christmas).

It's so sparkly. Selfridges has turned its products into set pieces, and made the shopper want to look in the windows, rather than hurry by, muttering dark thoughts about how Scrooge had the right idea (although of course, you may be muttering this anyway if you walk in and see the prices).

Selfridges is very confident of itself; it's even called its shop 'Destination Christmas' (so that's what Father Christmas typed into his sat nav). It's framed by a couple of mushrooms, which either give the place an 'Alice in Wonderland' type feel, or make you consider smoking a couple to get over the stress of Christmas shopping.

If you're feeling the it's the latter, I suggest you just cancel Christmas. There's no point in smoking mushrooms out of stress, when you could just wait until Boxing Day, buy up all the half price Christmas puddings, and get high on those instead.

And finally, a personal note, if I may. Of course I may, it's my blog. I notice this stunning unicorn advertising what looks like a doormat. Or it could be a £1000 throw. You never know these days.

Anyway, I applaud Selfridges' brave decision to help increase the employment rates amongst my fellow fantasy creatures. It's a long hard road until we are represented in Parliament, but until then, we'll be campaigning for equal labour rights and representation in the boardroom.

Mental? Perhaps. But so would you be if you spent three hours walking along Oxford Street near Christmas time.

See you soon,

Elf Dryadalis