Notting Hill Carnival 2018: Rain, rum and reggae


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Carnival-goers are united by the simple joy of partying hard

A performer checks there’s not a feather out of place on her glittering green headpiece. Someone shrieks in horrified delight as his pal flicks body paint into the air, spraying others with the slick, slimy orange liquid. A child reaches out her sequinned hand to deftly swipe a morsel of glistening, syrupy jerk chicken from the polystyrene carton her mother is holding.

And all the while, a reggae beat so loud you can feel it in your chest is pulsing from a 3m-high sound system in the middle of the street.

There’s no stopping…

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