Last Monday was World Happiness Day. Sadly, I missed it.
Last week I threw my ancient and increasingly considerable weight behind our beleaguered young people.
Rules, they say, are meant to be broken.
Always look on the bright side of life, Eric Idle once sang while hanging on a cross at the end of Monty Python’s Life of Brian.
How can Christmas and New Year and all that stressful stuff be just over, Dry January be just starting (for some) and already we’ve got to the first Friday 13 of the year?
I have taken the momentous decision that, in order to cope with the difficulties thrust upon us all by the events of the past 12 months, the only answer is to (continue to) order by the crate.
According to the motto of our own harassed but still hanging-in-there BBC, “nation shall speak peace unto nation”, although at the moment, not so’s you’d notice.
Since the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness has now given way, via the Chancellor of the Exchequer’s first (and last) autumn statement, to a session of giveaways and gloomy forecasting, I have a helpful suggestion to lighten your darkness.
Being deeply unfestive by nature, you don’t tend to get much in the way of jolly frivolity from me as the nights fair dra’ in and the end-of-year report inevitably looms.
It would appear (and it’s not even that close to Halloween yet) the general public of this great nation is being beset by a plague of scary clowns leaping out of the woodwork all over the shop to place the lieges in a state of fear and perturbation.