During the Second World War, the British Government introduced the concept of Daylight Saving Time in order to give an extra hour in the evening for the country’s bombers to blow the crap out of its enemies. I was told this titbit of information by a customer in my bar last night, so it has to be true, right?
Whether it or it isn’t is beside the point, DST (or British Summer Time – BST) has been around for as long as I can remember and remains a controversial time of the year. If you like your sleep, then Yay! you get an extra hour in bed. If you’re an insomniac, then Boo! you get an extra hour to stare at the ceiling.
But some people still don’t get it. I get customers asking me if we’re staying open later because we’re gaining the extra hour. I normally treat this question with the contempt it deserves, mainly because when the hour is lost in spring, I’m not asked if we’re going to close early. I have really stupid customers.
So last night, British Summer Time came to an end. All well and good, I say. But if you were to ask me, summer came to an end some time in June. We’ve had nothing but rain since.