Easter is over for another year, bringing the nation joy, happiness and plenty of chocolate.

The worldwide Christian holiday that celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ gives the U.K. an extra day off from work, allowing time to be spent with family and friends, eating plenty and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. Sounds pretty good, right?


With no disrespect towards this holiday, which does have its wonderful benefits for many and is celebrated by millions, not everyone’s worlds come to this blissful temporary standstill.

Hospitality industries across the world thrive over the Easter holidays. With schools being out for two weeks and families taking the time off to reconnect and spend quality time with one another, restaurants and bars are the places to be.

I always remember Easter being such an exciting part of my childhood, purely for the time off from school and the mountain of Easter Eggs I would receive. But as the twenty-three-year-old woman I am today, Easter sadly isn’t as exciting an occasion as it used to be.

Alongside being a journalist, I work full-time as a bartender in one of Manchester’s busiest cocktail bars. Easter, as well as other major holidays such as Christmas, are the times of the year we bartenders welcome with a heavy sigh and a sense of reluctance and dread.

The late nights and the long, busy hours? We can handle that. The attitude, however? Definitely not.

Easter, like Christmas, seems to create a brand new species of human beings, exclusive only to holiday times. This new category of person lacks all social skills that collectively create a decent human being. Manners and politeness are thrown out the window, but hey! It’s a bank holiday, right?

I can imagine dealing with a full classroom of sugar-fuelled six-year-olds would be less exhausting than serving the alcohol-crazed bank holiday crowd, as we bartenders like to call them.

It is truly saddening to see this holiday welcome such behaviour. A holiday intended for the celebration of life and time with family is now associated with getting blind drunk and generally, acting like massive arseholes.

Of course, with this being a bold generalisation to make, not everybody is guilty of this behaviour during holiday times. But after bartending for four years, it is a clear pattern that occurs religiously.

It goes without saying that those who work hard for a living, with very limited time off, deserve to have an extra day of letting their hair down. But why has the phrase “manners don’t cost a penny” suddenly been forgotten? With the U.K. being considered one of the most polite countries in the world, it certainly doesn’t apply during the many bank holidays we have.

So, as many will agree, Easter isn’t a time of rest for everyone. I type this after my final Easter shift, sitting in bed with a cup of tea whilst wearing the loosest and baggiest clothes I could find in my wardrobe. The bags under my eyes could carry a months’ worth of shopping, and let’s not even get started on the current state of my hair that has endured days of hairspray abuse.

Until next time, Easter! Now please excuse me whilst I catch up on a weekend’s worth of sleep.

About Author

Emily Puckering is a Hull born English Language and Journalism graduate living in Manchester. Loves anything borderline 'loser' including progressive rock and drinks around seven cups of tea a day. Very much dislikes revolving doors and having her 5ft tall height ever so repeatedly commented on.

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