what’s the cfukcing point…

… as the Great Unlinkable (or unlikeable?) might say.

I am referring of course to Hong Kong public holidays which fall mid-week – Wednesday's HKSAR Establishment Day being a case in point.

As the flood of humanity gushes predictably forth from dim sum restaurants circa 12.30pm, Hong Kong's streets, beaches, shops, museums – and anything else you can think of – become increasingly busy. The tipping point is inevitably crossed by around 3pm – the moment when even the most hardened Causeway Bay shopaholic will notice that their spirits (along with much of their cash) have been glugged down the plughole of fate.

Then there's work.

If you are generally a "receiving-50-emails-a-morning" type of person, then by missing one day of work you can guarantee that there will be 100 emails that require your immediate attention. By the afternoon, your humble colleagues in Singapore, Mumbai, Seoul, and Beijing (and other locations that did not get holidays) will have resent the requests you have not yet honoured – only this time marking them URGENT and applying that infuriating (and occasionally alarming) little red exclamation mark.

You will work overtime to catch up.

As the clock passes midnight a new thought - along with a new day - dawns on you:

Why did I bother with the cfucking holiday in the first place?