The annual prohibition of Good Friday (with exceptions for those flying, sailing or in a hotel having a meal and the other lushy loopholes) is here. BOOOOO!!
I presume most of us stockpiled booze last night and promptly binge drank a good chunk of it? Since I can’t go more than a half bottle of wine these days without going into a chloroform soaked rag slumber, I didn’t do too badly. I still bought extra, and then extra-extra just in case. FOMO, wha’.
So, our boozy options tonight are party in the gaff or loitering dangerously in fields with dolly mixtures. Because what else would we do? Hush now and let me top up your glass.
Saturday is usually a write off. As follows where Jesus led, we will start to decompose over the rest of the weekend in a cool dark place. But don’t be too hard on yourselves, sure. 
On the third day, comes the slightly more functioning day of Easter Sunday which is spent spooning chocolate bunnies and hollow eggs.
A few hours of digestion later, we rise once again for what is traditionally bonus drinking night. What, with party time missed on Saturday and all.
And then, Easter Monday, to come blinking out into the daylight for what is known as ‘Bright Monday’ ….probably to have ‘just the one’…
Save me, Jebus!
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