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It's Easter Sunday! The day we remember the story of the magical bunny rabbit who came down from outer space to lay foil wrapped chocolate eggs and sell them to clever chocolate marketing people who put them in colourful boxes and make small children vomit profusely from their copious chocolate consumption. Hurrah! I don't know man, it's pretty weird if you ask me, how did we get here? A friend of mine told me that as a child she pottered home from Sunday School, knocked on her front door and declared to her mother 'I don't need to go to church anymore, Jesus is dead!' Times like that you need someone on hand to say 'Wait! It gets better! There's a twist!' But that seldom happens, so the whole day passes us by, blurred and obscured. I guess it doesn't take much to distort an occasion, for example have you noticed that if you lose the 's' you get Happy Eater?