Whichever way you get your booty down there, you'll get hit with a thousand wicked sights, (little kids with funky dreds) sounds (mostly reggae) and smells (jerk chicken anyone?), and the fact that it was sunny this year just made the whole weekend uber great.

The Good Times sound system is the place to be at Carnival, with the obligatory stop off at the Good Times Soul Food tent on the way. Jerk chicken, peas and rice washed down with a can of Red Stripe is the absolute best thing to set you up for an afternoon's dancing. Don Letts, the follically overwhelming punk legend was seen strolling past - turns out he was headed for Norman Jay's Good Times sound system too. Clearly that's where it's at.

It's clear that Norman Jay, Grand Pubah of Carnival, is in his element spinning his tunes from the top of the big red Good Times routemaster, parked under the trees at the end of the street. He's been doing this for 30 years, and after all this time has a record collection dropped from heaven. He could drop anything from the Clash to James Brown - anything goes so long as it sounds good and you can dance to it. His crowd of beautiful people is in rapture and Norman Jay seems intoxicated by their energy. Everyone is high on sunshine and wicked tunes, rushing when he drops Bob Marley's 'Could you be Loved?', a sunshine classic. Then it's all whistles and Good Times ping-pong bats being waved in the air.

One street over, on Conlan Road at the Sancho Panza sound system, dirty house is accompanied by a funked-up toaster leaping around up there by the Sancho Panza windmill in his giant Elton John glasses, giving it some with his vocal cords, encouraging the mental crowd into a frenzy, while they get high on the filthy, funky beats.

Reggae is the sound that oozes between the seams of Carnival, binding it all together. And at the 4Real reggae sound system, just up from Good Times, is dropping some tidy reggae and RnB tunes, including, surprisingly, Poison, the Bel Biv Devoe classic (arguably!)

So with the sun on our backs, a beer in our hands, and reggae in our ears - it doesn't get much better than that on a Sunday in London! Nice.