‘I need a holiday.’ — this phrase ought to be banned.

Seeing as I have a potentially life affecting exam tomorrow, I thought now would be the best time to discuss something of limited importance. Revision can wait, or maybe I’ll just wing it; or maybe one of you lovely people can send me an in-depth analysis of Paradise Lost and various other texts.

With the weather turning sunnier than it has been in a while and the summer being not too far off, the above phrase has been thrown around a lot.  It’s probably more  a reflection on my own mentality, but that phrase feels me with hatred and inspires me into a fit of rage. Rather than seek help, I think it will be much better if everyone stopped using the phrase altogether. I ‘want’ a holiday is fine, though why you would ever want one is completely beyond me, but nobody ‘needs’ a holiday… ever.

Seriously, I can’t think of any situation that can only be solved with a holiday, unless there’s a rare disease I don’t know about that can only be cured by flinging yourself pointlessly to another location. Or maybe a murderous holiday representative kidnaps your family and the only way he’ll let you see them again is if you go to Disney Land. If that has ever happened let me know, but for now I’ll just go on the assumption that it hasn’t.

I don’t understand what possesses people to think that they genuinely ‘need’ a holiday. ‘Stress’ is something that often comes up as a motivator. However, I find that suspect. When I get stressed I rarely, if ever, find the only way to relax is to pay a fortune to jet off to another country where I don’t know the language or where anything is. I mean, it’s not that I don’t like adventure, but I’d hardly call that stress free.

Furthermore, what is so bad about people’s lives that they feel they need to ‘get away from it all’? Particularly in western society. Is it the life of plenty, the constantly available food, the various mediums of entertainment, the mild weather patterns, the general ease of daily life? And if your life is so mind-numbingly tedious, so dreadfully meaningless, then why do you think a week in Tenerife will be any better. No matter how much vitamin D you absorb from the sun or cheap alcohol you consume, you’ll still have to eventually return to your shit existence, your pointless job and your trivial first world problems.

Why does it have to involve cramming yourself into a plane and expelling tons of choking fumes into our wonderful atmosphere? Why not explore your own country a bit first? Or by holiday, is it generally considered to mean ‘to lay down in the sun?’ if so, then ask yourself, is it really worth it?  Is a holiday justifiable because you got to lay in the sun and crisp up like a piece of garlic bread?  Maybe it’s just me, I personally hate the sun and am content enough with my own life not to try and distract myself from my inevitable demise with needless travel.

‘Oh no Mr. Rambler, you need to immerse yourself in other cultures.’

I will admit, this seemed a nice enough idea. In my liberal, Guardian reading ways I thought that my life would indeed be richer if I spent time amongst other ‘cultures’ so off I went to Germany.

I must say I was amazed at how different life was on the continent. I mean, they had this one establishment that they called a ‘Star Bucks’, you could go in there and order things like coffee and cakes. It was mind-boggling how different their culture was. They would sit conversing, some might have laptops, other’s strange things called books. If they needed to get anywhere they had such a bizarre method of transportation which to my cultureless mind seemed absurd. Busses… trains… am I spelling that right? They would sit in various pods propelled by electricity or the ‘combustion engine’ and it would take them places. My, My how different it was.

Not wishing to be the standard Englishman pointing at things and shouting, I tried to learn a bit of the language… only to have everyone respond to me in English. Which annoyed me if anything. I often had to stop myself from exploding ‘NO! I AM A GUEST IN YOUR COUNTRY, WE WILL SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE!’ but shouting that in English would simply undermine my argument.

Sorry, went on a bit of a tangent there.

So there you have it, in this ever advancing world, the word ‘culture’ is becoming fairly meaningless, at least to me anyway. So going to ‘expand your mind’ and learn shit isn’t necessary anymore.

No one ‘needs’ any of that nonsense. They don’t really even want it, they just think they do. Because we’ve been convinced that a holiday will solve all our problems and be such an experience that we’ll be talking about it for years other than the truth that we simply fling ourselves abroad, offend some locals and do the same old shit that we do at home.

If we want a holiday that bad, why don’t we install a system in where anyone who feels they ‘need’ a holiday can spend half the year in war-torn, famine infested Africa and a starving african family can live in their house and eat all their food. Two problems solved, at least for a short while anyway.

So the next time you hear someone say ‘I need a holiday’ punch them in the face. Because it makes me angry if nothing else, and it’s a good stress reliever so you won’t need a holiday either.


You know what… after all that I think I need a holiday.

And that is the only joke in this article.

The Fuzzy Rambler.



Outbreak of deadly apathy.

First of all, I feel it should be said that Outbreak of deadly apathy sounds like the title of a prog rock album, maybe from a band called King Edmund’s Nostrils. Secondly, I would like to say that I plan to start a prog rock band called King Edmund’s Nostrils and release an album entitled ‘Outbreak of Deadly Apathy.’

Fortunately for anyone reading, this will not be about prog rock, but rather about apathy. I have noticed a lot of people, young and old alike; and my wonderful self included, seem to have been infected with a deadly strain of apathy, or what I will refer to as ‘Meeeehhhrr’.

Meeeehhrr has many symptoms, not all of them visible. Unlike the plague or one of those fictionalised zombie viruses that seem popular these days, Meeehhrr does not result in festering boils or a an urge to eat people’s faces. In fact, apathy I have noticed robs us from the ability to even get out of bed (or maybe it’s just the depression I have recently been diagnosed), Meeehhrr sufferers wouldn’t have the motivation to chase down fleeing flesh bags let alone attempt to make a meal out of them.

Motivation is dropping and the joy that can be had from the small things of everyday life seems to be slipping away for a lot of us. Why is this? What is the cause of this disease which I am rather over exaggerating for the purposes of writing a blog to seem intellectual?

I will try to answer this question once I have cooked an omelette and eaten it… if I can find the energy and focus to do so…

Right that was nice. I will admit, that I am a student, and fraternize mainly with other students, so maybe this is an issue for us students alone. I will also admit, that I live in Hatfield (Hertfordshire, England) and fraternize mostly with other Hatfieldians. This may have something to do with the problem. However, I will continue to take the rather bold view that this sense of Meeehhrr is being held nationwide, damn it maybe I’ll go so far as world-wide.
Fuck it, the entire galaxy is being infected with Meeehrr.

‘Sir, maybe it’s an economic problem.’

Maybe it is disembodied voice, maybe it is. For the past couple of years the country’s media has been desperately trying to convince me that we’ve spent all our money. In fact we’ve managed to spend money we didn’t even have in the first place and as a result we can no longer do things. Now, I personally think it’s not necessarily the money that’s the problem. Happiness cannot be bought. Although unemployment is high and people have to be careful with their hard-earned money, I’m not 100% certain that that’s an excuse for this explosion of Meeehhrr, which leaves us without even a thimble of motivation or optimism. Not being able to go on holiday this year (or the previous three) and not eating expensive steak every night (like in the good old days) does not warrant this level of apathy. I don’t think it’s the lack of money that is the problem, no. But rather it is the mentality that has emerged from this strange ‘recession’ that none of us really understand. Seriously, even those that are paid to understand it don’t actually understand it, they just say words on camera that sound explanatory.

The recession has convinced us that we did something wrong, that we lived recklessly spending all out money on cheese that we never really needed. Men in suits (politicians) I believe they are called, have come on television to tell us things need to be cut (which isn’t a nice word, nothing can be cut nicely) which makes us sad, and for young people especially life is beginning to appear bleak.

Gone are the days in which you were told ‘you can do anything with your life’ and instead the message is ‘Work hard at school or you won’t get into university which now everyone has to go to, devaluing degrees altogether, then work hard at university so you can get a good, well paid job, for which there will be so much competition because of all the people going to university, then work hard so you can earn money so the recession monster doesn’t kill you, don’t have any fun because you can’t afford it. Then when you have nothing left to give, die unknown and forgotten in a small hole somewhere.’ Admittedly, I’m prone to be over dramatic and I have a compulsion to exaggerate, but still the message is dull. Rather than inspire us, we just think Meeehhhrr, as the name of the illness suggests.

‘I’m bored now sir, can you not go into all the causes you think there might be?’

Okay then, I think Facebook addiction, is partially to blame too, along with the fact that the planet is dying and the possibility of nuclear war looms over us. And… oh who cares I’ve lost interest. They all lied to me, this isn’t good therapy at all.

Stay tuned for my upcoming album featuring tracks like ‘the devil’s cucumber’ and ‘march into obscurity’.

The Fuzzy Rambler.