Poosday

So it's come to this. All I can draw from my barren imagination is to look up something to do with the day of the week. But then... what else is there to talk about on Tuesday? It's the worst day ever, and here's why. If you work Monday to Friday (as I have the sad misfortune to experience) then on Monday you're still savouring the weekend, and by Wednesday, you're halfway done. Tuesday, on the other hand, is a miserable no-man's-land, with the weekend a dying memory and the next day off a distant dream. When you get in, and put on the telly in a desperate bid to escape the soul-scraping tedium of the working week, what is there to watch? Here's what. Nothing. Occasionally you might find a dire football game on ITV, but aside from that, it's a Doc Martin-centric vacuum of quality.

Now that I've got that off my chest, here's the fact:

In Latin, and in several other European languages, the word for Tuesday translates as ‘Mars’ day’. In English, it derives from Tyr, the god of single combat in Norse mythology.

Wikipedia's entry for Tuesday describes it as the day between Monday and Wednesday - which pretty much says it all. The best thing about it is that it's nearly over.