Oh dear.

As I write this...I am sitting in my drawing room, a large scotch on the desk beside me, a cigar in my mouth, Elton John (!) singing 'Amoreena' softly coming through the music speakers....

...and a loud obnoxious voice belonging to my cook, thundering away downstairs and carrying its way up to my hearing, ranting about Labour Day, and providing a bizarre 'history' lesson.

According to her...(and the other socialist peasantry)...we commemorate Labour Day because 'in the old days' (whenever that was meant to be) the 'Boss Class' engaged in widespread exploitation of the Workers.

It seems people worked 12 hours per day, 6 1/2 days per week, 51 3/4 weeks per year for a pittance whilst all manner of nefarious evil befell them...and in a startling burst of good news she said "blokes as young as 17 had to do whatever the boss-man wanted" ...(really? OMG! can someone please invent a Time Machine!)

In response to this a Labour Government was elected..."oh sometime back in the 20s" (a direct quotation from this female about 4 minutes ago) and decided to change everything.

The first Labour Prime Minister "..Nigel Kirk [sic] or sumpfink.." declared that the workers could have a day off, once a year, and that is how we got Labour Day.

He also decided there should be an 8 hour day and holidays and holiday pay...."to protect the workers from the bosses".

Hmmmmmmmmmm.... ...(time for a second scotch, I think)