7 Reasons

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  • 7 Reasons That Bank Holiday Weekends Are Weird

    7 Reasons That Bank Holiday Weekends Are Weird

    Easy Breezy Beautiful : The Bank Holiday Weekend!  Blue, white letters

    1.    Bank Holiday Monday. It’s weird.  It’s a second Sunday.  Shops and public transport operate on Sunday time on bank holiday Mondays, but Sunday is a pudding of a day:  So why not make the Sunday of the bank holiday weekend a second Saturday instead?  Then we’d have two Saturdays and only one Sunday (Monday), which is a much better Saturday: Sunday ratio.  Plus, people spend more on Saturdays, so it would help the economy.  See, I’ve thought this through.

     

    2.  The Wray Scarecrow Festival. Possibly one of the best bank holiday events anywhere in the world.  It’s a festival of scarecrows!  It’s almost as good as cheese-rolling!  Look!  Scarecrows!  Bloody thousands of them (well, several).

    A montage of photos of scarecrows from the Wray Scarecrow Festival

     

    3.  Weather. Western Sub-Saharan Africa and Indo-Australia are afflicted with particularly intense monsoon seasons.  In Britain, we have one too.  Every bloody bank holiday weekend.  This is why one of our more notable national traits is moaning about the weather.  Well, that and tea consumption.  On balance, I prefer moaning.

     

    4.  People. People do strange things during bank holidays.  This bank holiday weekend, I found myself at home alone and decided to watch the classic ITV documentary series, The World At War.  All twenty-six episodes.  I watched the entire Second World War in three days.  Madness.  No one sets themselves that sort of stupid task on a normal weekend.  They do practical things like building an Anderson Shelter in the garden or shopping for powdered egg and nylons.*

     

    5.  The Following Week. The bank holiday throws the whole working week off kilter.  Tuesday becomes Monday, Wednesday becomes Tuesday, Thursday becomes Wednesday yet Friday is still Friday, because we’ve all adjusted by the time we get to it.  But a day’s gone missing somewhere.  Hasn’t it?

     

    6.  Banks. Why do banks even get their own holiday?  Is it so they can look down their noses at building societies?  Is it to give them less time in which to cock up the global economy?  Perhaps we should have more bank holidays.

     

    7.  Cheese Rolling. The best thing in the history of the world:  Better than powered flight; better than cricket; better than sausages.  It’s cheese-rolling.  If you haven’t seen cheese-rolling before, here’s some footage.**

     

    *I may have watched too much war.

    ** That was a person with a horse’s head, by the way.  You weren’t imagining it.  Thought you’d like to know.

  • 7 Reasons To Love Monday

    7 Reasons To Love Monday

    1.  It’s a fresh start. It is to the week what New Years Day is to the year. Full of hope, expectation and Great Aunties singing Auld Lang Syne.

    2.  Sunday was so quiet without the letterbox flicking open. Now it’s Monday and the post is arriving again. Who knows what will arrive. Unless you are in the UK. In which case everyone knows what will arrive. Sod all.

    3.  It’s not a day for work. Monday is spent talking about the weekend. Did Donna and Darren get it on? Did Donna and Jimmy get it on? Did Donna and Matthew get it on? Was Donna particularly horny this weekend?

    4.  You have the rest of the week to make it happen, so you can relax and take it easy. You can check twitter every ten minutes. You can make paper aeroplanes. You chuck paper clips at each other. You can go and find Donna.

    5.  The Monday sports pages are the best of the week. Full of reports and analysis. And that column from that bloke who used to play, but apparently doesn’t know anything about the game. He really is a twat isn’t he?

    6.  The Boomtown Rats hated Monday. Bob Geldof is almost as annoying as Bono. Every reason to disagree with him then.

    7.  There are a whole five nights ahead before X Factor is on again and half the nation loses the plot for a few hours. The other, more sophisticated half, go to the pub and make really long straws.

    You agree right?