Christmas shopping trip, in Bradford
 

As per the title.....pictures of a Christmas shopping trip in Bradford.....the guys dressed as potplants were very funny.....kept an impressive banter up.

Oh and the big building is the Civic Hall...just put that in because I really like the architecture.

What doesn't come across on a picture is the noise. There are always lots of buskers and carollers and so on, but the band of Santas was really good. They were much much funkier than they look on that photo :P

Really......cheery lookin us northerners aren't we?

:confused: They don't look anything at all like marijuana. I've seen that growing before.

heheheh potplants not pot plants:)

On this side of the big pond, plants in pots are called potted plants, not potplants.

What are the stamps/water marks, on the pictures? Did the come from a website or news group? :confused:

I can't wait to go to Home Depot to ask about stuff to grow potplants.

Home Depot Guy: Uh... for how much, uh, material?
Me (thinking: the big spider ivy, a few ferns...): About 25 pounds?
Home Depot Guy: (faints)

I think those are lighting display trusses.

I have no idea. I took the pictures with my digital camera.

Bingo...of course....unlit lights. Give the lady a Hello Kitty. :D

Only just spotted these Dana. Lovely pictures.

A friend of mine was at Bradford Uni and I went to see him quite a few times. Where it's not been knocked down & rebuilt it's a handsome city. It was the first place I ever had a real curry (sitting on a bench, in front of a formica table, with chapati instead of cutlery - blew my mind).

I love the Museum of the Moving Image (title may be wrong, might be thinking of the one in Waterloo). I made travel plans when I was a bit drunk one time and ended up in the city centre with about 5 hours to kill. Most of it was spent in there, the rest in a pub when I realised the drink was approx half the cost that it was down south (although now, being in the Midlands I assume it's catching up like everything else).

One year I spent Christmas there, and as I walked to the coach station to go home it started snowing. Within about 5 minutes it started to come down really heavily and settle on all the pavements. I was caught between childish wonderment and tears of self pity. It was about a mile uphill to the coach station - I'd told my friend to stay in bed - and I was frozen, soaked, virtually blind (I wore glasses in those days and they steamed up within seconds) and skidding all over the place.

Needless to say, once I got there (45 mins early as ever) and got a polysterene cup of tea in my poor pink hands the wonderment took over. I seem to remember the snow stopped about 20 miles outside of Bradford and I haven't seen any that thick in the ?10? 15? years since!

OMG...you are a dream come true.....beatification to follow. :notworthy