Regardless of your religion or lack thereof, a day of rest during the week can only be a good thing. I'm not sure I'd go so far as to restrict driving, cooking (unless you're a chef - then it's nice to have a break) and reading, but to have a chill out day, one that's a constant, week-in and week-out, is a civilized way to live. For me, that day would be Sunday. I say would be, because at the moment I'm standing behind the counter at the shop, suffering the onslaught of Sunday shoppers. Sunday shoppers and Sunday drivers have a great deal in common. Everything thing is slow and with no direction. 3 Glaswegian grannies will hover around our whisky miniatures debating for half an hour whether to buy the Famous Grouse or White Horse as they're both the same price and both suck but of course they don't know that so they ask me when I really couldn't give less of a fuck. I should be sprawled on my couch wearing cozy clothes and slippers reading the Sunday papers, sipping tea and drifting in and out of a nap. But no, the grannies must have their miniature. Or do do they? Sure enough, they realise that they don't need it anyway as the person's birthday isn't until 2007 but they'll come back then. That's 30 minutes of my life they've ripped from me. Then there are the browsers, lurking, staring vacantly at bottles with absolutely no intention of purchasing anything, about as likely to buy the £100 whisky they're looking at as GWB is to take a public IQ test. And the ones who ask prices and don't fucking listen when you tell them. And people who bring prams into a wine shop and complain about wine boxes being everywhere. Of course there are wine boxes everywhere you yuppy scum. It's what we fucking sell. It's not our job to cater for your bloody babies: they can't buy our fucking product. Although the one in the shop looks almost big enough to buy her own fucking booze anyway - what's she doing in a pram?!
There's a titular rant for you.
On the plus side, I just found the Kaiser Chief's cover of I Heard It Through The Grapevine and it's truly awesome. I'm not generally a fan of covers, and Marvin Gaye's original is a legendary tune. But this is brilliant. Thumping bass and punky fun.
My colleague is late and I'm getting very hungry. What to do for lunch?