#3: Bank Holiday Weekends as Social Constructs

Why is everyone in Cornwall? I mean, I know why – it’s a lovely place. But literally 50% of my acquaintances seem to be going to Cornwall over the Bank Holiday weekend. I want to go to bloody Cornwall. I want to stay in a yurt and buy cheap buckets and spades and Facebook the shit out of Moo’s first trip to the beach. I want to feast on scones and pasties and drink cider. I want to go for a morning run on the sand and have sex in the evenings. Well alright, I don’t like cider, I don’t want to stay in a yurt and actually I definitely don’t want to have sex, I’m too tired.