Like that tramp-faced Geldof (annoying man with annoying children) once sang (or is it sung?) I don’t like Mondays. And if the Monday has the additional words ‘Bank’ and ‘Holiday’ in it then it is even worse. A holiday is a nice thing, implying rest and relaxation, maybe eating a lot more biscuits than a normal day or having a nap in the afternoon. And bank implies money which is also nice.
But no. It was another day where the rampaging hordes of Oxford Street were out en masse at the crack of dawn (i.e. well before my shop opened) all ready to go mad by wandering aimlessly around the shops asking silly questions, not understanding any social etiquette of any kind (especially on the tube where you stand on the right, do not wedge your arms into the closing doors of the tube in the hope that they will open and let you in, and generally do not talk incessant loud pointless bollocks for the entire journey home on your mobile phone. Still, think of the inevitable brain tumour) and getting in people’s way. I would love to work from home and never get properly dressed. I would re-use the same mug all day for endless tea without washing it up, eat loads of yummy choclit and sit down. I am debating becoming a full time house husband after the wedding but I don’t think I will be allowed to follow that particular dream.
Hey, it’s Doctor Marvin Candle!

Yes, Doctor Candle, I think that sitting around playing scratchy old vinyl recorsds inbetween pushing a button every 108 minutes or the world will end is the perfect job for me and my skills. I shall leave at once for The Swan.
Thanks, Doctor Marvin Candle….
Thandle.