TOMORROW, a day dedicated to quiet, to the cessation of all activity and to watching people murmur on the BBC, is a perfect day to be hungover.
A once-in-a-life bank holiday during which going out, getting together with friends or doing noisy DIY is firmly discouraged appears to have been custom-designed for recovering from a session.
Nathan Muir of Durham said: “From both a personal and historical perspective, it would be rude not to.
“Expectations that I remain largely silent in a darkened room watching something soothing on TV that requires 30 per cent of my attention? Dovetails perfectly with a few bottles of Riesling later.
“In fact I’m much more likely to do something disrespectful if I’m not suffering, like nip out for a run or mow the lawn, so getting wrecked is actually a powerful gesture of support.”
Mary Fisher of Nottingham agreed: “I know what I’m like. Give me a day off and I’ll try to tick shit off my to-do list. The only way I’ll sit and watch the whole thing is if I’m incapacitated, and the safest way to do that is by drinking heavily.
“I promise with every gin, from the third onwards, I shall say ‘Gentlemen, a toast to the Queen!’ The cat won’t care.”
