As you all already know, unless you’ve spent your day in a coma, today is Pancake Day (officially called Shrove Tuesday). All day people talk about pancakes, then make pancakes, then eat pancakes, then talk about pancakes and so on. It is like all of the sudden everyone gets sucked into the same obsessive compulsive behaviour!

“Must eat pancakes or Britney Spears will shave everyone’s hair off in her path!”

Yes, originally Shrove Tuesday was all about confessing sins and whatever but I think the British haven’t thought this through very well. The Latin people have it right. If you’re going to confess your sins and go mouth first into a 40-day fasting period then you need to have a heck of a party first! You will dress up and dance in the streets, you will get so drunk you forget you have legs (or even worse; a spouse and kids). And if you don’t want to get dressed then wear as little as possible and you’ll fit right in. After you burn half your brain cells from all the drinking, dancing and lack of sleep you can go and confess the few things you remember doing then have a hangover for 40 days while your liver gets a well deserved holiday.

I think I’d like my belated Carnival season now please.

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Written by Colin Brooks on 20.02.07 at 8:10 pm.