So the boxing day sales started, predictably on boxing day. Nothing much wrong with that. I tend to just eat miniature heroes on boxing day, but whatever takes your fancy.
Except this year, the sales seemed to start on Christmas day. People were in queuing from 3am onwards on boxing day. You might say, correctly, that 3am is in fact boxing day, but not really. If your not in bed, then you are still celebrating Christmas. Or, if you are me, you are drinking a mix of supermarket quality champagne and pineapple juice, tipping barman far too much, and running riot on a deal or no deal fruit machine.
Lately, I think people are too quick to say that something "restored their faith in humanity". One event doesn't make things all lovely again. If someone helps a granny across the road, its lovely, but it doesn't make wars and climate change and rape not happen.
Its much easier, if you are as much of a cheerless pessimist as me, to have your faith unrestored in humanity. And the thought of people still thinking of themselves and the bargains of boxing day(which will still be the same on the 27Th) at a time when you are supposed to be thinking of others (and Jesus) is enough to make me conclude that I have no faith in humanity. Also, that boy helping a granny was probably just going for his helping a granny scouts badge, so even he is just thinking of himself!
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