A very Merry Christmas, to all of my Friends, Followers and Lurkers. Hope you all have a Super Smashing Christmas Holiday.
Santa is on his way. NORAD have spotted him leaving the North Pole, and are tracking his progress using the latest technology.
You can follow him too here
http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html
He's left Russia as I type, then onto the Bikini Islands and has now reached Fiji.
Showing posts with label santa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label santa. Show all posts
Friday, 24 December 2010
Monday, 6 December 2010
Liverpool Santa Dash 2010
Ho! Ho! Ho! It's that time of year again for a bit of Christmas fun. 8000 Santa's running through the streets of Liverpool on a wintry Sunday morning. Gangs of Santa's roaming around town for the rest of the day, long after the run was over.
Our gang of Santas all finished the run, collected a medal, then straight to a Santa bar (at least that's what it seemed like) for a pint of Rosey Nosey.
Our gang of Santas all finished the run, collected a medal, then straight to a Santa bar (at least that's what it seemed like) for a pint of Rosey Nosey.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Liverpool Santa Dash 2009
A few pictures from the Santa Dash on Sunday morning - and a bunch of very unlikely looking Santas... Ho Ho Ho!
Friday, 12 December 2008
Forgetful Santa
Grandma took Samwise and Frodo to see Father Christmas at a local grotto last weekend. Samwise had seen him earlier in the week on a School trip to a different place.
A couple of days later Samwise said to me - "You know what Dad, when I saw Santa again I had to remind him what I'd asked for the first time, because he'd forgotten!".
Magic!
A couple of days later Samwise said to me - "You know what Dad, when I saw Santa again I had to remind him what I'd asked for the first time, because he'd forgotten!".
Magic!
Sunday, 9 December 2007
Liverpool Santa Dash 2007 - Photos
Well I did it - managed to complete the Liverpool Santa Dash a week ago today.
Got up early to beat any traffic, and got into the office, where we had agreed to meet up and change into our Santa outfits.
It was absolutely chucking it down with rain. I thought that it was going to be a complete washout. As I watched out of the office window I saw cars arriving one at a time in the various car-parks around the area. From out of each car clambered at least three Santas. Those that weren't dressed for the occasion opened up the boot, pulled out a sack and changed into their costume on the spot.
Soon a red-clad crowd was forming in front of the Liver Buildings. (One or two die-hard Everton Santas were refusing to wear red, and had all blue suits).
The other lads turned up, so we got changed and went to join the growing crowd.
The rain had eased off by then. Took a few photo's, then at 09:30 precisely we found ourselves shuffling towards the start line at Mann Island. A big cheer, a chorus of "Merry Christmas!" and we were off.
It's a Fun Run, rather than a race. Since I'd done absolutely no training whatsoever I'd decided from the outset that I wasn't going to push myself too hard. One of the lads in the office regularly runs marathons, so I thought that there was no point in trying to keep up with him.
Having said that, we pushed ahead a bit early on, until we got to a spot where the crowd had thinned out a bit, then settled down into a gentle jogging pace. There were some stages where you couldn't do anything but walk, due to the number of Santas in front, but we managed to complete most of the 3.1 miles running, rather than walking.
I took a lot of photos en-route. At one point I ran ahead a bit, then turned to take some snaps of our "team". Couldn't tell one Santa from another when I turned round.
It felt rather surreal running down the middle of the road on familiar streets. Even more surreal being one of 6,000 Father Christmas's (that's how many finished the run).
The rain held off for the duration of the run, the sun even came through the clouds for a bit. Not that this helped much - a Santa Suit gets pretty warm. Better than being wet through though - I suspect that my skin would have been dyed red if we'd got a soaking. I've probably caught some sort of Industrial disease from breathing through the artificial fibres of the beard.
Worst bit was as we neared the end, we knew that we would finish on Castle Street, but we kept having to take a 'Dogs Leg' every time the street came into view.
Our team of 4 had split into two groups of two by the time we got to the last few streets. Our marathon runner crossed the finish line first, but was beaten by myself and his brother to the free T-shirts and goody-bags.
Back to the office to get changed - although our marathon runner insisted on staying in costume for the rest of the day. We finished off by replacing lost fluids in the Pig & Whistle.
Observations made in the pub.
1. Today would have been a good day to pull off a bank robbery.
2. At the end, we all looked like Dan Akroyd in "Trading Places".
Do it again next year? I reckon that I will.
Got up early to beat any traffic, and got into the office, where we had agreed to meet up and change into our Santa outfits.
It was absolutely chucking it down with rain. I thought that it was going to be a complete washout. As I watched out of the office window I saw cars arriving one at a time in the various car-parks around the area. From out of each car clambered at least three Santas. Those that weren't dressed for the occasion opened up the boot, pulled out a sack and changed into their costume on the spot.
Soon a red-clad crowd was forming in front of the Liver Buildings. (One or two die-hard Everton Santas were refusing to wear red, and had all blue suits).
The other lads turned up, so we got changed and went to join the growing crowd.
The rain had eased off by then. Took a few photo's, then at 09:30 precisely we found ourselves shuffling towards the start line at Mann Island. A big cheer, a chorus of "Merry Christmas!" and we were off.
It's a Fun Run, rather than a race. Since I'd done absolutely no training whatsoever I'd decided from the outset that I wasn't going to push myself too hard. One of the lads in the office regularly runs marathons, so I thought that there was no point in trying to keep up with him.
Having said that, we pushed ahead a bit early on, until we got to a spot where the crowd had thinned out a bit, then settled down into a gentle jogging pace. There were some stages where you couldn't do anything but walk, due to the number of Santas in front, but we managed to complete most of the 3.1 miles running, rather than walking.
I took a lot of photos en-route. At one point I ran ahead a bit, then turned to take some snaps of our "team". Couldn't tell one Santa from another when I turned round.
It felt rather surreal running down the middle of the road on familiar streets. Even more surreal being one of 6,000 Father Christmas's (that's how many finished the run).
The rain held off for the duration of the run, the sun even came through the clouds for a bit. Not that this helped much - a Santa Suit gets pretty warm. Better than being wet through though - I suspect that my skin would have been dyed red if we'd got a soaking. I've probably caught some sort of Industrial disease from breathing through the artificial fibres of the beard.
Worst bit was as we neared the end, we knew that we would finish on Castle Street, but we kept having to take a 'Dogs Leg' every time the street came into view.
Our team of 4 had split into two groups of two by the time we got to the last few streets. Our marathon runner crossed the finish line first, but was beaten by myself and his brother to the free T-shirts and goody-bags.
Back to the office to get changed - although our marathon runner insisted on staying in costume for the rest of the day. We finished off by replacing lost fluids in the Pig & Whistle.
Observations made in the pub.
1. Today would have been a good day to pull off a bank robbery.
2. At the end, we all looked like Dan Akroyd in "Trading Places".
Do it again next year? I reckon that I will.
Thursday, 29 November 2007
Santa Dash
I'm taking part in the Liverpool Santa Dash.
Myself and 6,999 other jolly Santas jogging through the streets of Liverpool early on a Sunday morning.
A couple of work colleagues roped me into it, as they've done it for the past couple of years. (Here's a site that shows photos of last years event)
I'm picking up my costume tomorrow.
Should be a laugh (Ho! Ho! Ho!) - I'll take my camera.
Myself and 6,999 other jolly Santas jogging through the streets of Liverpool early on a Sunday morning.
A couple of work colleagues roped me into it, as they've done it for the past couple of years. (Here's a site that shows photos of last years event)
I'm picking up my costume tomorrow.
Should be a laugh (Ho! Ho! Ho!) - I'll take my camera.
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