Why Easter is not all it’s cracked up to be
22nd March 2013
My mother-in-law is a religious lady. For her, Easter means something. This is obviously how it should be. I’m jealous of my mother in law.
As a PR man, I appreciate that chocolate companies do a great job of promoting themselves at this time of year. But as a Dad, I absolutely hate Easter. The grandparents compete on who can buy my kids the biggest Easter egg – which transforms my two pleasant children into aggressive, spoilt, chocolate-eating nutters.
Here are a few more gripes about Easter:
1. Easter egg hunts are borderline fun for children, for adults they're miserable. Each year, my boss has this idea that our clients would like to join us on an Easter egg hunt in the park. No one has ever enjoyed this.
2. Cadbury Creme Eggs. Their weird texture makes me want to vomit.
3. Two days off? Again? I love holidays, but as everyone in the office has booked to go away, it means I’ll be stuck doing everyone else’s work, in short working weeks. Shame our clients aren’t all going away too.
4. Stupid Easter stories. I know that summer is meant to be the silly season, but you can guarantee there will be lots of inane PR stunts involving people dressing up in bunny costumes.
5. Worshipping at shopping centres. I find it sad that what is supposed to be a religious holiday, ends up becoming another excuse to go shopping and spend loads of money. For the wife, at least.
6. There are too many egg-related puns in headlines. No, that story is not egg-citing! Eggs-cruciating may be …