"I like to write when I'm feeling spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze."
D.H. Lawrence

Thursday, 29 March 2012

Thursday, the forgotten child.

Carrying on the musical theme, it was remarked upon recently that Thursday is really overlooked when it comes to songs. There's a few on how much everyone hates Mondays and how we're in love with Fridays. Tuesdays get an honourable mention thanks to The Rolling Stones' Ruby Tuesday and the weekend is always popular. But no-one seems to care about Thursdays. You could argue that Wednesday is similarly overlooked, but I'm going to cheat here and claim chants for football team Shaffield Wednesday as songs about Wednesday. Naughty, I know, but I've got a sort of point to make here and the facts were very nearly getting in the way there. Anyway...

Thursday is probably one of my favourite days of the week for many reasons - mostly to do with the timetable of lectures at uni, but also it's good to see Friday and the weekend looming large, albeit with Monday sullenly lurking behind them. Wednesday's become famous as "hump day" recently, using the analogy of the week as a hump-bridge, with Monday and Tuesday being the ascent, Wednesday the summit or hump and Thursday and Friday the descent, but it's a false dawn that hits us at Wednesday lunchtime, telling us the week is half-over, because that means there's still half left, and one does not simply free-wheel down the back of a hump-bridge. But Thursday doesn't have the doom and gloom of the start of the week, the false hope of Wednesday or the problems that Friday, Saturday and Sunday do, which is that every second of Friday, Saturday or Sunday that passes is another second of weekend lost.
All hail Thursday, king of days.

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