A while back, some bright spark decided that Thursday was the new Friday, much in the same way that grey/brown/purple was the new black. Apparently the hip young things were doing their partying a day earlier than the rest of us.
Now, I can see the benefits in this. The bars and clubs are less busy on a Thursday (although surely if this took off that would all change?) than at the weekends. There are no football matches on a Thursday, which means no drunken football fans. There are midweek drinks promotions to be taken advantage of. And best of all, why not have your hangover on someone else's time? So we tried it for a while. It felt, somehow, naughty - going out on a school night was surely only for students. It didn't work very well. Fridays became a complete write-off. Bacon rolls couldn't cure us. Even less work than usual was done. And the only thing that saved the day was to go for post-work drinks, which generally degenerated into another session until the wee small hours.
So really Thursday became an extra Friday and not a replacement one.
On the Friday front, today is Friday the 13th, which, for superstitious types like me, means bad things are afoot. Fear of Friday the 13th is known as paraskavedekatr. Interestingly, in Greece and Spain, Friday the 13th is no cause for concern, but Tuesday the 13th has the natives diving under their duvets.
Living for the Weekend - Hard-fi
What is it good luck to have nooky on Tuesday the 13th? Fantastic. When's the next one?
Posted by: penfold | Friday, 13 July 2007 at 20:40