Why you'd be a fool to confuse Notting Hill Carnival with the Hugh Grant film
Despite the weather being a complete washout this bank holiday, Notting Hill Carnival surged on as always. But for many people the name “Notting Hill” doesn’t evoke images of scantily-clad rainswept dancers, epic sound systems and endless lines of police.
No, it conjures up images of Hugh Grant bumbling around a bookshop in an improbable attempt to woo Julia Roberts. So here’s a few reasons – besides the name – that the 1999 movie and the carnival should never be confused.

For a start, Hugh Grant would never have been able to get to his house.
And Julia Roberts’ dress sense was much more weather appropriate.
There were more drums, and far less Ronan Keating.
Hugh’s endless bumbling was replaced by sick dance moves.

The night time was a bit edgier than just poorly-cooked guinea fowl with close friends.
But tea was drunk. Kind of…
These police would’ve stopped Hugh and Julia breaking into that posh garden.

And there was a large vehicle with something other than Julia Roberts’ face on it.

Remember that sad bit where Hugh Grant’s in the rain? It would’ve looked like this…
There was a blue-fronted premises (don’t think Hugh lived there though).
These guys weren’t in the movie.
And the only jerk in the film was Alec Baldwin.

Plus, there was far more than just one pair of “nice, firm buttocks” at the carnival.



