Nelson Galaxy

It’s break time. Cor blimey governor, I am very much looking forward to my days over the Easter Bank Holiday weekend that I have graciously been allowed to take off.

I am in no way a religious man, in fact I am a devout atheist, but I thank that there non-existent God and his little helper Jesus, for their gift of Good Friday and Easter Monday. I am glad that somebody had the foresight and humanity to sacrifice themselves and then rise from the dead so that I could have a couple of days off work.

So, what exciting events will I be attending, clubs a-visiting or celebs a-snogging? Well, none baby.

I really need a rest and I am going to take this opportunity to recharge my head, body, sex and love batteries. I will lock my front door this evening and not exit again until Tuesday morning.

I am planning on drinking copious amounts of red wine and making a nice big Easter dinner with loads of roast veg, my own unique Yorkshire pudding and a choco-latte cak. I will watch some great films and savour new episodes of Doctor Who and Red Dwarf on television, take very long hot baths and sleep for eight hours a night.

In reality I know that my time off will be fraught with worry, panic, hangover, no sleep, crap TV and crap films, paranoia, inappropriate social networking, far too much booze, uncontrolled shouting, falling asleep in a full bath, smashed crockery, extreme nudity, frantic dancing and gravy.

Is it fruitful?

Well, it sure beats being at work.