Every year I give up something fundamental in my life as a sacrifice.
Last year I gave up high-5’s. The year before I gave up trimming my eyebrows.
Other years I gave up important aspects of living such as French swear words, zebra crossings, semi-colons and paper clips.
If you know me, you know just how religiously I like to follow the nine commandments of the moon and giving something up for lent is my way of worshipping her.
So onto this year.
Well, I really want to give up recruitment consultants. Sadly, until I get a job, I am going to have to live with them ringing me up trying to prize information out of me whilst having absolutely no intention of putting me forward for any role.
It is often difficult to think of something important enough to give up, sometimes it takes longer than lent itself to think of something, but this year was actually very easy.
I am giving up Brexit for lent (oh if only the government…STOP, James!).
Yes I am giving up Brexit for lent.
No more arguing about Brexit. No more complaining about Brexit. No more talking about Brexit. No taking part in any discussions about Brexit.
To be clear, I am giving up any kind of discussion about Brexit.
I can still read about Brexit or listen/watch the latest news about Brexit, but I cannot make any comment about it whatsoever, positive, negative – any kind of statement, question, verbal or written, other than advise that I have given up Brexit for lent.
Wish me luck.
To celebrate my sacrifice, I am going to have pancakes this afternoon. Yeah I know I was supposed to have them yesterday but I’m not everyone else.
I’ll live my life my way, thank you, not following the edicts of Sainsbury’s or whoever made it up.
Finally I’d just like to say, screw you Jesus.