The Silly Season
Hi; August is one of my favourite times of year when it comes to working! I know childhood brainwashes us into thinking that its the natural month to get away from it all, but of course that's the whole point! As a Hampshire commuter, the more people who decide to get away from it all the better as far as i'm concerned. I'm a train fan, but even I can't pretend that the scrummage on an average Monday morning on the seven forty-eight from Winchester is anything but barbarous. But this monday morning it was almost civilised; people were polite to each other; some even spoke to each other, as opposed to the usual shoulder-charge with elbows out. Mind you, there is a downside! Having once got to work, there is our version of the silly season! This is not so much making up stories about frying eggs on pavements or octogenarians having knives and forks confiscated which they've smuggled into cricket grounds to cut their sandwiches. We have a version all of our own of the silly season: Its the people who clearly take delight in sending us interesting stories on a friday afternoon, and then, well satisfied, clear off on holiday at the weekend so that there's noone to talk about it. People do tend to forget that unlike newspapers, radio just wont work if the main participants in a story aren't around to talk. There's one other pleasant little plus-point about August working. The You and Yours team are a generous lot, and there's a well-established tradition that people who've been away, even just for a weekend, bring back local delicacies. "Nibbles in the usual place" is a much-treasured email to receive, and there's a notable upsurge in exotic foodstuffs during the month, partially making up for the lack of people to do all the work. Some (i've done it myself) cheat, and clearly go to the nearest supermarket when they get back; but so what, with a seat on the train and a chocolate-enhanced coffee break, what more could you ask!