the clocks go forward an hour and we officially enter British Summer Time. 2am this Sunday morning becomes 3am and in unison we'll all shuffle that little bit closer to the Big Crunch. That most of us will be asleep; drunk; drunkenly asleep; awake, awake but drunken; awake but annoyingly bright and perky; awake in that mad insomniacal way; awake but not insomniacal; awake because we've not yet gone to bed; awake because we're so pissed we can't find the bed; does not matter one jot for time will move on. Oh yes.
I've discovered the British Summer Time Order Act 2002 which is a Parliamentary Statute that arranges time in the UK. Clearly too specific to be an Einsteinian Statute because an Einsteinian Statute would probably be entitled the British Summer Time (dependent of course on how close one is to a heavy object) Order Act.
Time's a weird business and come this Sunday morn millions will lift their dozy heads and be glad we messed it about. Then again, other millions will be too hungover to lift our dozy heads at all. We mess with time, booze messes us. It's the modern way.
2 comments:
I hate the whole clock change thing. The worse of it is that a couple of years ago, W Bush changed the time of year when the clocks changes, and the lemmings we are in Canada, we adopted the same changes as well.
K,
I'm not sure why this happens at all, what with atomic clocks and pin point accurate timing. I don't think it's a 'leap' thing, as in leap years and leap seconds, and Feb 28th and all that, so, not sure what's going on at all. The only good thing in the spring change is there's more light in the evenings. Which is great because I'm sick of driving home in the dark.
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