Return of the Flying Car, Just When We All Need to Escape
30th October 2020
Did you enjoy World Pasta Day? It was last Sunday. Me, I made a big bowl of it and tucked in along with my mates Mark Arony and Al Dente.
“World Pasta Day” indeed. I have so many questions. Who invents this nonsense? How does one go about registering such a pivotal moment in human endeavour? Who approves it? Some bewigged official in Geneva? What does the stamp of approval look like?
Or can anyone claim a day for themselves? I dunno… World Leaf Blower Day, perhaps, or the International Day of the Shoelace.
I might also point out that I was born on Schicksalstag, the so-called Germanic “Day of Fate”. I was thinking that I might register it as a trademark and earn micropayments every time a TV channel runs footage of the Berlin Wall coming down. (That’s done it: all you need now is my mother’s maiden name and the name of my first pet, and you’re rolling.)