Loss

I didn't know it was British Summertime this weekend until I read it in the paper on Saturday. It always takes me by surprise and is usually accompanied by the 3 seconds of thinking "is it the good one? The one where we get an extra hour in bed?" followed by the realisation that, no, it's the one that robs us of an hour from the weekend. It's effectively a tax on summer.

My mate Rusty had a great idea this weekend. It seems we've all been forced to give up this hour at the weekend, in our own time so why don't we just move it. Instead of losing an hour on Sunday morning, we should just all take the hour forward at about 3pm on the Friday. Imagine that. One minute it's 2.59pm, the next it's 4pm and just about the weekend.

It would probably cost the economy £10bn or something, but surely it would be worth it just for that extra hour. Plus it would really screw people's heads on a Friday afternoon and probably make Outlook's Calendar explode.

I should point out now, this idea may have been fuelled by a lot of booze, so may not have been properly thought through. Other ideas that have been come up with in the same way include - cars made of foam rubber that means people never die in car accidents, humans evolving their hands into remote controls for TVs and/or their fingers as cutley and the idea that if everyone had to wear hats, it would solve virtually all the problems in the world. If you'd like to know more about these then please consume 8 units of alcohol first and meet me by the quiz machine.

The final part of this story was that I did get the benefit of the extra hour in the end The missus updated her phone, putting it on an hour herself, but the phone clearly also did it itself at some point. So when her phone alarm went off at 7.30am it was actually 6.30am. Take that BST.