Guru notes that today is
National Stress Awareness Day. He would have told you all earlier, but, being stressed out about being kept in the dark about National Stress Awareness Day, Yours Truly was self medicating with a double dose of triple, double espresso and Red Bull - plus iced bun.
Quite why the organisers of National Whatever You Want to Call it Day never bother to tell most of the population about their momentus events drives Guru mad. In fact, he has been advised by his personal physician to avoid all National Whatever You Want to Call it Days from this point forward or risk a heart attack. Although he could then participate in National Heart Attack Brought About by Pointless Naming of Day of the Year Day.
It also occurs to Yours Truly that holding National Stress Awareness Day on 5th November looks like targeting the catholics down in Lewes, East Sussex, who regularly burn effigies of the Pope and other cross wielding big-hatted Charlies on fireworks night.
Of course, the jug-eared prince has been living through a kind of Groundhog Day of his very own - Your Never Gonna Be King in a Million Years Day - over and over and over and over...
and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, etc. You get the picture.