Dawn broke yesterday after an artist installed a fake sun in Trafalgar Square to chase away the Monday morning blues.
Surprised and delighted onlookers bathed in warm sunlight as the spectacular installation began to glow at 6.51am.
The brilliant 'sun' is as bright as 60,000 light bulbs and can reach a boiling 100C at its core.
For me, this is one of the best experiential stunts I’ve seen in a long time. Mainly because I’m a sun worshiper and commutes to work in London in a word are... gash. If you live or have lived in London you'll know what I mean, of course unless your commute is a walk along Southbank for no more than 2 minutes (any more than 2 minutes it would be too windy) in which case you probably don't need to work. If you live on the Southbank, you've got far too much money and I have no sympathy for your "commute".
There is so much negativity around at the moment and London commuters are known to be and are some of the grumpiest in the world... the relentless battling to get to work, tuting at people you wouldn't normally tut at, getting angry inside because the person next to you is incapable of showering, the tube haze making your freshly washed hair smell like a three day old McDonalds breakfast and not getting a seat ruining your day.
This sort of stunt is what makes living in London amazing, and like no other place, high five Tropicana.
In the morning if you're like me when you're rushing around to get ready for work you have the TV on purely for keeping an eye on the clock and of course ensuring there isn't a live broadcast from my street which means I've won £50,000, a car, a "once in a lifetime holiday" and some electrical items I won't use.
Whether your programme of choice is Daybreak (trashy) or BBC News (makes you intelligent) just like eating fish...the more fish you eat the more intelligent you become. Either way, you will of come across Martin Lewis (the guy that you would never want to serve in a shop) on Daybreak/BBC News. Now don't get me wrong I think he's inspiring but there is a time and a place for someone to be so passionate about debt, complaints and saving money. There should be a watershed for him, he's too loud, aggressive and shouty about such a dull subject.
"I can't do anything about it now Martin its 07:10 in the morning!" I know you're all thinking the same.
I dream about winning the lottery so frequently that I’ve decided to play it, I'm convinced I’ll win. The huge brick wall that's stopping me right now is not having a ticket because I’ve forgotten to buy one, you've got to be in it to win it. The way around that is of course to do it online but I’m pretty sure you have less chance of winning this way and I don't like it.
I'm traditional, if I won, I'd win with a ticket that I had to guard with my life and frame it in my beautiful, always warm, fresh linen smelling house filled with duvet rooms, good sound systems and Alpacas outside.
When I win I also won't need to strap my Prada handbag into the car seat every morning... looser.
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