When I was a lad, Good Friday was a sombre occasion to remember and reflect. The churches would befull (not just on Easter Sunday, but the whole of Holy Week), the shops were closed and the general atmosphere was quiet. There was always some special thing in the newspapers and on the television. There was the Easter rush, but Good Friday was a quieter time. You noticed it on the streets and you notced it on people's faces. Good Friday was not a party day. And of course, Hot Cross buns were only sold in Holy Week in stead of everyday of the year.
Today I'm off to work. And for everyone else, it's time to SHOP!