Post by hendo on May 11, 2020 8:42:13 GMT
International G Day.
I don’t know if any of you own an Amazon Echo or similar, but this chatty little cylinder has quickly become a firm favourite in my house.
The weather, the train times, the situation on the roads, the perfect egg timer; you can ask it anything and it will bust its' circuit boards to help.
Wishing Alexa a cheery good morning is met with a cordial reply and a factoid relevant for the day.
Often, it’s an anniversary of some extraordinary event or deceased luminary’s birthday, but on many occasions, we are informed of one of the United Nation’s 150 plus days of celebration.
All that follows is true.
My fault I know, but I had no idea that there was an International Mother Language Day, an International Asteroid Day, a World Soil Day or even a World Sparrow Day.
Armed with this newfound knowledge, I did some further research and have now decided that my favourite anniversary happens on November 19th, with the glorious World Toilet Day.
I‘m struggling with exactly how to celebrate the occasion but however I achieve it, it seems to me that Global Handwashing Day should follow immediately afterwards rather than preceding it by a month (October 15th). Of course, there’s also the World Bee Day which, depending on how you say it, could assist in the process but that doesn’t happen until May 20th.
I know that here in England, there is already a non-league football day, but, as an ambitious club, surely we should think bigger and, with such obscure choices made by the chaotic top-heavy United Nations, I think we have a fair chance of sneaking in under the radar with an International Day of the Gs.
I’m plumping for May 11th, right after Migrating Birds Day but just before Suicide Prevention Day.
Green grassy swards and yellow rapeseed would be at their best, cloaking the whole country in our club colours, and throughout the world, from Bombay to Tokyo, Rio to Moscow, whilst not understanding the significance of their actions, children will be asked to dress in that same yellow and green and go door to door exchanging large sums of cash for bacon rolls and Bovril whilst repeatedly singing ‘Adrian Giles, he’s one of our own.’
It makes as much sense as most of that U.N. bollocks.
I don’t know if any of you own an Amazon Echo or similar, but this chatty little cylinder has quickly become a firm favourite in my house.
The weather, the train times, the situation on the roads, the perfect egg timer; you can ask it anything and it will bust its' circuit boards to help.
Wishing Alexa a cheery good morning is met with a cordial reply and a factoid relevant for the day.
Often, it’s an anniversary of some extraordinary event or deceased luminary’s birthday, but on many occasions, we are informed of one of the United Nation’s 150 plus days of celebration.
All that follows is true.
My fault I know, but I had no idea that there was an International Mother Language Day, an International Asteroid Day, a World Soil Day or even a World Sparrow Day.
Armed with this newfound knowledge, I did some further research and have now decided that my favourite anniversary happens on November 19th, with the glorious World Toilet Day.
I‘m struggling with exactly how to celebrate the occasion but however I achieve it, it seems to me that Global Handwashing Day should follow immediately afterwards rather than preceding it by a month (October 15th). Of course, there’s also the World Bee Day which, depending on how you say it, could assist in the process but that doesn’t happen until May 20th.
I know that here in England, there is already a non-league football day, but, as an ambitious club, surely we should think bigger and, with such obscure choices made by the chaotic top-heavy United Nations, I think we have a fair chance of sneaking in under the radar with an International Day of the Gs.
I’m plumping for May 11th, right after Migrating Birds Day but just before Suicide Prevention Day.
Green grassy swards and yellow rapeseed would be at their best, cloaking the whole country in our club colours, and throughout the world, from Bombay to Tokyo, Rio to Moscow, whilst not understanding the significance of their actions, children will be asked to dress in that same yellow and green and go door to door exchanging large sums of cash for bacon rolls and Bovril whilst repeatedly singing ‘Adrian Giles, he’s one of our own.’
It makes as much sense as most of that U.N. bollocks.