Why The End Of Daylight Saving Time Is The Best Holiday
Introducing Snooze Day, your new favourite holiday…
When you are five, you tend to choose your favourite holiday according to the number and quality of presents you are likely to get. As soon as you’re 18, the focus quickly shifts to those celebrations with the most booze. But, as anyone past an Oceana-attending age will attest, there is something better than presents and tequila shots combined. And the even better news? There is a day where you can get more of it… Let us tell you why the end of Daylight Savings (herein know as Snooze Day) is the only holiday worth celebrating.
On Halloween, you try to cobble together a costume from whatever regrettable fashion faux pas lay in your wardrobe before ultimately giving up and drawing whiskers on your face, going as cat for the 5th year in a row. But on Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On Bonfire Night you risk minor burns from rogue sparklers, a cricked neck from all that oohing and aahing at (fairly disappointing) firework displays and, more often than not, end up smelling like a smoked kipper. On Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On Black Friday, you are meant to get out of bed early in order to camp out in the car park of your local shopping centre. All so that you can fight to the death for 30% off a ceramic hedgehog that you would never normally have bought. On Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On Christmas you are expected to spend the day with distant relatives you barely remember, pretend to like the novelty hat Aunt Mildred gave you and are forced to eat sprouts. On Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On New Year’s Eve, you pay 20 quid to get into your normally-free grubby local pub, have to listen to the drunken and never-ending warble of Auld Lang Syne and are obliged to stay up past midnight. On Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On Pancake Day… Ok, ok – we can’t lie to you. Pancake day is great.
On Valentine’s Day, you receive petrol station flowers, give knock-off Michael Kors bags and are bombarded with heartfelt Instagram captions of “the boy done good”. But on Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On St. Patrick’s Day, you have to force down 10 pints of Guinness (which you were never really a fan of anyway) while drunkenly reminding everyone that you are 1/16th Irish. But on Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On the first day of summer, you realise that you never did get that “beach body” you had planned on and don’t as much tan as you do burn to a crisp. But on Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
On your Birthday, you feel obliged to change out of your pyjamas, trying not to cringe as waiters begrudgingly sing happy birthday to you, reminding that you are no longer 18. But on Snooze Day, you get an extra hour of sleep.
Not excited about an extra hour in bed? It might be time for an upgrade…