Culture Vulture snapped this dancer's
heavenly costume shimmering in Monday's
sunshine - can you do better?
There was booty-shaking, float-jigging and whistle-squawking aplenty - not to mention some great weather. Many Londoners will have been returning to work this morning a little blearier than usual after a couple of high-impact days at the 2005 Notting Hill carnival.
Numbers were down this year, but between 500,000 and a million people are still thought to have made their way to the wilds of west London (we wonder who does the counting), and by all reports a large slice of fun was had. Even those who came on a full stomach, as rather cautiously advised by Auntie Beeb.
Were you one of them?
If so, maybe the only way to get through the hungover wilderness of today is to share some of your highlights. Stories around the Guardian Unlimited watercooler tell of fine sound systems and breakdancing up at Kensal Town, spectacular mas costumes and some meltingly hot sunshine. On the way back from somewhere else, I glimpsed - or rather heard - some whistle-wearing revellers lurching around south Clapham (unclear whether they'd actually been to carnival, or had got lost and decided to spend the day in suburbia instead).
And in the best traditions of citizen journalism (but mainly because we're nosy), we'd like to see your photos, too; send them along to culture.vulture@guardianunlimited.co.uk. The best one will be displayed on the blog, and wins the incalculably noble honour of being declared Guardian Notting Hill Carnival Citizen Journalist Photographer of the Year 2005. Enough to dispel even the cruellest of hangovers, surely.
