WTF is with the British and their choice of Christmas light colours?
I need to know, because I am one now (British, that is), and I have to get my head around the drear that passes itself of as ‘light in the midst of darkness’.
I mean, even if you don’t like Christmas, the least you could acknowledge is that it is meant to brighten up the winter for a few weeks, yet here in my adopted home of Cardiff (and many other places across the UK) the choice of light colour is something I can only describe as ‘fog’ and ’emergency services blue’. Lovely.
These colours, for example, speak of warmth and coziness on a dark winter’s night:
Whereas this excuse for lighting looks like someone couldn’t be arsed to arrange the tree nicely, while reminding people – with the ambulance-coloured formations on the castle wall – not to drink-drive:
When they can be seen against the same-coloured sky, that is…