By 3 PM, the post-roast coma hits you like a freight train. You cannot walk another step. Your belly is a drum. This is when the cinema becomes your hero.
Most cinemas in the West End open for the afternoon. You sit in a dark, warm room watching a blockbuster with a group of strangers who are all doing the exact same thing. It’s a secret society of the overfed.
Falling asleep during the film is mandatory. You wake up for the explosion, then drift off again. No one judges you; they’re all in the same gravy-induced haze.
A Quick Visit to the River
Emerging from the cinema, the sun is setting. The South Bank is a ghost town, but a beautiful one. The lights on the London Eye twinkle quietly without the screaming tourists.
Christmas Day in London: Traditions & Things to Do
You stand there, coat zipped to your nose, watching a barge float by. It feels monumental, even though nothing is happening. That’s the secret of London on Christmas Day—the nothing is the whole point.
