Most working UK adults haven't had an actual weekend in years.
Saturday morning is the chore catch-up — the food shop, the laundry, the bins, the post, the things you didn't have the energy for during the week.
Saturday afternoon is the only real free time most people get all week. About 4-5 hours of it. It usually gets spent recovering from the morning's admin.
Saturday evening is dinner, telly, a couple of drinks, an early-ish bed because Sunday isn't going to be much easier.
Sunday is part chores, part dread. By 6pm you're already mentally on Monday. By 9pm you're laying out clothes and checking the alarm.
What people call 'a weekend' is, in practice, about 6 hours of actual leisure — fragmented into 30-90 minute chunks between admin, recovery, and pre-emptive Monday anxiety.
This is why working people in their thirties spend their twenties thinking 'this will improve when I'm earning more.' It doesn't — the shape stays exactly the same, only the cost of living it goes up.
Forget the football impact for a second. The real damage is the distrust. Fans have poured millions of hard-earned pounds into this club, only to be repaid with humiliation. The club has made a mockery of the people who keep it alive, and fans deserve accountability.
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Dead Man’s Shoes (2004) is a revenge film with the air stripped out of it. Shane Meadows shoots it like a wound that never closes, and Paddy Considine gives one of the most devastating performances in British cinema.
You can't parody this. He doesn't even know he's being hunted. I'm picturing him getting involved in all sorts of Mr Bean-esque hijinks where just when the plods are about to catch him two men carrying a ladder block their path and he disappears around the corner etc
I’m starting to believe that there is no simulation. There is no creator of any kind. Existence has its own energy. It’s completely self-contained. It’s the only thing that is truly self contained, without a start or an end in time or space.
If you believe in simulation theory, or any kind of creator really, what entity created them?
It’s turtles all the way down.
At some point, you have to confront the absurdity of the notion a creator, and realize that the infinite regress doesn’t solve anything - it just postpones the fundamental question. If a creator can exist without being created, why can’t existence itself have that same property?
Existence has always been here, self-sufficient and uncaused.
Existence is the ONLY thing that needs no explanation beyond itself. Existence simply IS, with its own intrinsic properties and energy, requiring nothing external to sustain it or provide a purpose for it.
And id you believe in a creator, you likely are implicitly accepting that this applies to thr creator instead of existence itself.