The Day of the Bored
Sundays. A day of rest. So what is the 21st century person supposed to do whilst they rest?
Newspapers? Okay, but as far as I know these are around the rest of the week, as well as 24 hour news channels and the internet, admittedly not with comment from columnists as insightful as, er, Richard Madeley. Besides, if you house was anything like my house growing up the Sunday papers would become pretty much unreadable after about midday with various sections littered around the house, pages screwed up lost and the only section that anyone can find by mid afternoon being Home and Garden. Which is still in the plastic wrapper with the free Jazz CD.
So, papers are a no-no. How about Sunday lunch? Otherwise known in 21st century Britain as the only time you have to sit at the table. Yes, it tastes nice but at what cost? Again we are preached at all week about the importance of keeping fit and losing weight, yet we are then encouraged to round off the week by spending a whole day eating fatty food and sitting about. Unless you are the poor bugger who has to spend the afternoon washing up that is.
Not that you are missing much. I think one of my earliest hates was Sunday television and its still right up there. From Frost ("so, Prime Minister, what exactly did you have for breakfast this morning?") to the Eastenders omnibus to the ever present appalling (possibly Bond) film to the trio of death - Antiques Roadshow, Songs of Praise and Last of The Summer Wine. The last of which deserves an entry all to itself really.
I hate Sundays. And to think I never even needed to touch on the fact that the only places that are open are twice as busy because they are only open half the time. Well I almost managed it.
CM
Newspapers? Okay, but as far as I know these are around the rest of the week, as well as 24 hour news channels and the internet, admittedly not with comment from columnists as insightful as, er, Richard Madeley. Besides, if you house was anything like my house growing up the Sunday papers would become pretty much unreadable after about midday with various sections littered around the house, pages screwed up lost and the only section that anyone can find by mid afternoon being Home and Garden. Which is still in the plastic wrapper with the free Jazz CD.
So, papers are a no-no. How about Sunday lunch? Otherwise known in 21st century Britain as the only time you have to sit at the table. Yes, it tastes nice but at what cost? Again we are preached at all week about the importance of keeping fit and losing weight, yet we are then encouraged to round off the week by spending a whole day eating fatty food and sitting about. Unless you are the poor bugger who has to spend the afternoon washing up that is.
Not that you are missing much. I think one of my earliest hates was Sunday television and its still right up there. From Frost ("so, Prime Minister, what exactly did you have for breakfast this morning?") to the Eastenders omnibus to the ever present appalling (possibly Bond) film to the trio of death - Antiques Roadshow, Songs of Praise and Last of The Summer Wine. The last of which deserves an entry all to itself really.
I hate Sundays. And to think I never even needed to touch on the fact that the only places that are open are twice as busy because they are only open half the time. Well I almost managed it.
CM
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