Making a break with tradition

There are some very scary people in this world.

On Easter Sunday, I was sprawled in front of the telly….eating my chocolate egg….when suddenly the manager of Curry’s/PC World came over and yelled at me to get out!

Only joking!

But it was no joke on Easter Monday when I opened my chocolate egg and noticed that the packaging didn’t actually mention Easter – just ‘Chocolate Egg’, as if the manufacturers were embarrassed to include the word ‘Easter’ in case it upset potential buyers for whom Easter had no meaning.

Which is crazy!

Confectioners make, advertise and sell chocolate eggs this time of year not because it’s Shrove Tuesday or National Meat Pie Week.

But because….it’s Easter!

And they’re shaped like an egg because, depending on your belief, it represents re-birth and the coming of Spring or Jesus rising from his tomb.

Children talk about ‘The Easter Bunny’; the holiday’s called ‘The Easter Weekend’; the Sunday is ‘Easter Sunday’; and for months the shops sold ‘Easter Cards’ – although not to me because I think they were cynically created by greetings card companies to make a few extra quid at their dead time of year, after Valentine’s Day.

All the clues are there, Sherlock.

If this trend continues, what might happen in the months leading up to December 25th?

Will shops, supermarkets and department stores coyly hang up signs that just say ‘Happy…..!’, leaving out the rather important word ‘Christmas’ so no one is offended?

Wait and see…

Talking of being offended, I certainly was when I read that at Easter, hospital A & E departments were over-run with people who’d made themselves ill by over-indulging.

In a Facebook page, South Tees Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust wrote: “People are coming into A&E with stomach aches caused by too many Easter eggs and a big Sunday dinner. You’ll feel better after a rest at home and drinking plenty of water”.

It’s a sad day when basic common sense has to be spelled out to a portion of the population.

In addition to the puzzling popularity of ‘adult colouring books’, not realising that stuffing 10 large Easter Eggs into your cake hole will give you a  pain in your belly is solid evidence that Britain’s being dumbed-down faster than the speed of light.

As I say, there are some very scary people in this world….

R.I.P. Ronnie Corbett.

Now he’s gone there’s no time left for one extra news item….