Sunday is the day of the week. The Daddy, the reason the rest of the week exists.
Yeah Friday and Saturday are all jolly and nice, cutting the leash on the working week and letting fly with wild abandon. Liver kicking fun for you and your friends, the time to push your kidneys and your cashcard to the extremes.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are there for a reason. I’m sure it’s a jolly good reason, like October and November in the world of months. Or Tim Lovejoy in the world of whatever he does. Essentially they are prep work for the important business of the weekend and of course… Monday.
Monday has an aura of foreboding, of malaise, of impending doom. To some it hangs like a vaginal wart on the warm slippery service of Sunday’s labia. To these people Monday has nothing to offer, and as such is a vacuum so dense it sucks the life out of the best day of the week, Sunday.
Embrace Monday as a positive, as the springboard of the week, even if you hate your job. Stick on a Facebook grin (you know the one, the rictus smile of the permanently delusional) and just storm through. Monday is all about possibility, breaking the back of it, silencing your nightmares, the reality that the cold light of day banishes nearly all of your night sweats. Be brave and Monday is actually pretty cool.
So, Sunday. My mate. Sunday let’s me play with the kids. Fool about with Mrs Whatsit. Call up some family and tell them I’m thinking of them (which I’m not). Sunday gives me a hug and let’s me read what Murdoch wants me to read and watch his telly. Sunday allows me to sit on a ridiculous website and chat with strangers about subjects from ‘circle-jerking’ to ‘cry-wanking’… granted, there is a theme.
I quite like Sunday, because I learnt to embrace Monday. The slag.
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I’m so fickle, I agreed with The Doll about lack of love for Sunday and the pressure to make my weekend count, but you have resold the day to me. It’s a shame you’re not offering a money back guarantee.
No money back Cunty. Mondays are for WINNERS!
Great words. A superb piece of Sunday propaganda. I wonder whether there will be a response from @thedollsays ? There could be a televised debate on the Joy vs malaise of Sunday.
Great first blog Matt!
Cheers Ninj! Sorry for the delay in reply, getting used to the site n’all. @thedollsays would win in a debate, she has breasts.
I love you. (nicely done I dig what you’re sayin)
You knows it Tips. Backatcha big guy x
Very good. Nice response to doll’s blog
. But may I introduce a new angle: what happens when Sunday is the first working day of the week and weekends are Friday and Saturday (I live in Middle East)? Is it still a Sunday as we know it? How relevant (or not) is the name of the day? I always go on about the importance of substance over form in various issues, and this seems like an excellent illustration of that point. Although, it took me a very long time to get used to the fact that Sunday is, in fact, a Monday 
. At least temporarily. It’s all relative, innit?
Sunday is a concept. I concede that if you are part of a society that structures the week differently, or maybe work shifts, then the actual day of Sunday becomes another working day. Dave Allen used the terrific ‘your’ pre-fix when talking about God. We could start using ‘Your Sunday’?
It is the dread of Monday that spoils Sunday. I’m on holiday now so everyday’s a winner.
Loved this blog. It’s got me struggling to see the point of October.
Well enjoy your hols, worry about October when it comes. Halloween is in October, which is nice. I s’pose.
Remind me to post a link to this every Sunday night so I can ward off the evil Monday-haters
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