The Word Cloud

The Bank Holiday Many people are of the belief that its ‘those’ three words that can reduce a man to a quivering jellyfish….that can make him consider selling his organs in order to buy that one way ticket to South America…that can prompt the ultimate fallback of its not you its me ok… Granted, I love you is scary but it’s a moment- it’ll pass. However the more fearsome two words in the British vocabulary that are not as quick in their passing and rear their ugly heads in the months of May…August… have to be Bank Holiday. Is there no more a fearsome, daunting reality to a man who wakes up on the Bank Holiday Monday having consumed the obligatory brewery on the Sunday (because you’re off work on the following day) to hear the immortal words from their partner…’lets have a drive out somewhere’…..’doesn’t our (and select your own torturous insert) garden/kitchen/dining room/bathroom look dated!!!’ Lets face it Bank Holidays don’t work. Many things are blamed for stress…moving house, financial difficulties, family conflict etc but let’s not rule out the good old Bank Holiday. Only in this lifetime would we get Monday as our holiday. Our bodies are not conditioned to being happy on a Monday. The mind more often than not develops man flu type symptoms, regresses to our youth asking our mum(or the now adult equivalent of a flatmate, best friend, work colleague) to ring in school, sorry work, to declare our impending death or in keeping with modern noughties times a sleeping related injury be it a twist, spasm, strain etc.. Why is it a British obsession that on a day off from work…a time to relax...unwind we choose to scrum down with the masses in the DIY, Garden, Shopping centres of this great nation of ours. That is of course after we’ve had the foreplay of sending our blood pressure into orbit with the traffic chaos. Why not get up….have a leisurely breakfast…walk to meet friends, have lunch…a few drinks…watch a few DVD’s…although brace yourself that the few drinks will inevitably land YOU in trouble meaning you’ll have to concede to a chick flick DVD…curse that Sarah Jessica Parker. However if we were to follow this simplistic itinerary what would we all moan about at work on the Tuesday morning!!