Yes we’re all fed up. The extreme excitement of snow and ice [and days off] has passed, leaving us with grey skies and soggy feet. Even the people with jobs are up against the wall as their employers squeeze every last drop of work out of them rather than hire in any new talent. The big networks are waiting for financial new year’s day but are they sure it will ever dawn?

Of course there’s nothing new. When we lived in a subsistance agricultural society we’d have gobbled all our food at Christmas, or whatever pagan festival it was called, before it went bad and we’d be fighting over mouldy root vegetables.

It’s no accident that the Catholic church thought that this might be a good time to promote a bit of God fearing self denial. Why not take your pain and dedicate it to world peace or something? Give up Facebook for Lent, go on try it. The word Lent comes from the German root of long. The days get longer, or do they just seem longer without tangfastics and tizer?

Meanwhile Governments are vainly trying to feed the floundering beasts of the Banking and Automotive industries in the hope that seeing fatted cows walk through the streets will cheer us up and convince us to spend our way out of recession.

Why don’t we just invent a new religion, throw a party, kill the fatted cows and serve them in a crepe smothered with cream.

Happy Pancake day.

ps. as soon as I get over the Gastric Flu I’ll be back on the beer and pies and feeling begninly philosopical about life, work and online advertising.