Simon Butcher

Ahh, Easter. A time for many — my nieces included — to eat obnoxious amounts of chocolate (thanks, by the way, Datalogic for providing this year's stash).

For others, it's a time to reflect on a guy who was purportedly nailed to a large cross after throwing one hell of a party with lots of booze, but was later found with a traffic cone, at which point one of his mates (Tom) earned himself a nasty reputation for putting his fingers where they don't belong (although he was probably still hung-over).

Many people just see it as time off work.

For me, it's a bit different.