
No Job. No Money. No Home. He Sits. Waiting For The Rain.
So a few weeks back we had, according to experts, the official most depressing day of the year. These experts, who clearly have nothing better to do, claimed that this was the date that people realised they had nothing exciting to look forward to in the coming weeks. They have worked out that a combination of miserable weather, work, Christmas debt and bouts of flu make us Brits very unhappy this time of year. Yes, that’s right, there’s a formula – and this year they’ve got it completely wrong! This is because university professors, advisers and scientists didn’t account for one variable…the current state of the nation.
While Comrade Brown steers HMS Britain into an iceberg and Darling continues to spend money we don’t have, the government and health and safety officials continue to ban anything remotely linked to fun. As people lose their jobs and businesses close faster than Paula Radcliffe on LSD, none of us will have work to worry about anyway, since we’ll all be unemployed. Those lucky enough to have kept their houses through all of this, might as well burn them down to keep warm during the miserable weather, since the value of houses is now less than a gas canister and a match. With prospects so bleak, we can scrap the idea of a depressing day…this is going to be a depressing year.
With all that said though, my day was going pretty well until I learnt that we had an official day for depression…what could possibly be, well… more depressing?!
There is one good thing in all of this though…that’s right…24 is back on the tele!
