I hate Bank Holidays. The thought that the majority of people have a day off work depresses me for some reason; much better when I’m off work and nobody else is, I think. The insane rush to extract the most “fun” from a day of freedom from wage slavism results in the self fulfilling prophecy of massive traffic jams and full to capacity car parks at shopping centres and amusement parks. Much better to treat every day as a holiday I think, just don’t tell the bosses.
At least for once the weather forecasters predictions of shitty weather have been refuted by what has been, so far, a lovely sunny day in the North East of England. Yet I opt to sit inside my house, typing away at the computer, just as I do at work. This is too mundane to pass off as irony.
I’m not sure what this bank holiday is actually for to be honest, is it something to do with Blackberry Week as we old time northerners used to call it? I think it might be “Labor Day” in America, whatever that means.
