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Churchill Arms Pub, Notting Hill, London, United Kingdom)(Buon Natale / Merry Christmas) by Andrea Pucci
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 This pub is more than 200 years old. During the Christmas period it is decked out with a record 21,000 lights and 90 trees. Its landlord, mr O'Brien, has made the pub famous for its festive display, adorning the pub with lavish decorations for over 30 years.

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On this day in music history: January 30, 1969 - The Beatles perform live for the last time on the roof of the Apple building at 3 Savile Row in London. Filmed as the climax of the documentary film “Let It Be”, the band perform a forty-two minute long impromptu set (only half appears in the finished film) consisting of the songs “Get Back” (performed twice), “Don’t Let Me Down”, “Dig A Pony”, “One After 909” and “I’ve Got A Feeling”. The performance quickly attracts attention from the street below, drawing a huge crowd, stopping traffic in central London, and leading the police to bring the concert to a halt. The roof top concert captures a rare glimpse of The Beatles during their last days as a functioning unit, and becomes an iconic moment in their history.

Stubble

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9:36 a.m.

He woke up to the sound of London traffic and birds chirping on his windowsill. Dan claimed the birds had an attraction to him, but [Y/N] and Phil knew there was a bird nest there.

He rolled over and saw her sleeping figure, her small body draped in one of his shirts. Her [H/C] locks messy and tangled from the night before. Love marks visible on her neck.

He thought she looked so beautiful.

He scooted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her gently, being careful not to wake her.

He didn’t succeed. She stirred a bit in his arms, and shortly after, her [E/C] eyes fluttered open.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” Dan whispered, watching her rub her eyes in an attempt to fight off the sleepy feeling.

“Yeah you did, but it’s ok.” She smiled at him, a small, sleepy smile that he loved so much.

He leaned over and kissed her pink lips softly. When he pulled away, she started giggling, which only made him laugh as well. “What are you laughing at, baby?” He said between laughs.

“Your stubble tickles.” She grinned at him, running her fingers against his chin and jawline, feeling the short hairs against her skin.

“Yeah?” He smirked, leaning closer to her, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “D'you like it?” He placed his lips on hers, making sure she could feel his stubble.

“Mhm.” She moaned against his lips, cupping his face in her hands.

Suddenly, Dan’s stomach made a loud rumbling noise, which only made [Y/N] start laughing uncontrollably. His cheeks and ears turned bright red.

“C'mon you hungry little bear.” She crawled out of bed, and held out her hand for Dan to grab. “Let’s go make breakfast.”

He grabbed her hand and she pulled him out of bed, dragging him to the kitchen, his stomach grumbling on the way.

“Let’s just eat cereal, I’m too lazy to cook.” Dan said, opening the cupboard as he did.

Only to find his box of cereal empty.

“Who ate my cereal?” Dan said, assuming it was Phil, but when I guilty grin spread across [Y/N]’s face, his mouth opened in shock.

“Oops.”

“You’re buying me a new box of cereal.”

“Only if you shave that stubble first.”

Dan groaned and walked off to the bathroom, and [Y/N] could hear the faint buzzing of his electric razor.

Unknown to Dan, [Y/N] had hidden a second box of cereal in the cupboards.

“What a dork.”

Peddling Goods

“First day, first day, can’t be late, can’t be late.”

Q panted evenly while weaving through the London traffic, careful but fast. One Summer spent as a cycle courier, taking his life into his hands daily, had made him not so much reckless, just a little bit more fearless. He pulled up to a red light, alongside a rather gorgeous Aston Martin, rumbling throatily.

He glanced at the short-haired, blonde driver who was on his mobile. Q tutted.

He pulled away on the amber, beating the flash bastard across the junction. He grinned. MI6 wouldn’t know what hit it.