Concrete Pencil: Stuff happens

They are all highly enjoyable things in their own right and they announce the start of the good times, but, more importantly, they make me particularly glad because anything seasonal in our concrete and glass jungle has to be a cause for celebration.

Life in the Wharf is unrelentingly linear. It's just one thing after another.

Stuff happens then other stuff happens then more stuff happens. Because so much information and so many outside factors influence what goes on here, nothing that happens ever seems that connected to anything else.

Existence is as straight and unswerving as One Canada Square. Pointing, emphatically pointing, to nowhere. It's just one thing after another.

And surely that is alien to most people around the world and most people through history.

Day-to-day life is far better understood as part of a cycle, of a sequence that repeats and regenerates.

Better to see things grow, die back and return than to bear uncomprehending witness to a constant daily explosion of inconsequential events. Gardeners are far happier than newspapermen.

Which is why anything annual, anything seasonal, here should be heralded in a traditional way.

So June 3 sees the Canary Wharf Jog. Hooray for the hectoring warm-up lady and the competitive office teams and the interrupted drinkers and the rest.

And the Motorexpo starts on June 8 (a little later this year, you get the chance to say).

So the normal Herberts and Normans will be getting their pictures taken on their mobiles with the latest Hummer, so they can text their whole contacts book asking "Do u luv my nu motor?!!? ;-)"

Serious Clarkson fans will be betting this baby shifts, and wondering if under the bonnet she's a bit of an animal.

And irate office workers will be getting to their desks complaining about these people, using the exact same words they did last year.

And the quiet men and women will sit back and relax and enjoy the simple passage of time.

Things change, of course. There will be different cars, and more or fewer of them than before.

Just as the wedding has new faces and the Pimms drinker doesn't quite guzzle as much or does more, or finds this time there is too much cucumber.

But the themes are the same across the years.

So tune back in 12 months from now for more of the same but different.

Dan Bourke also does this sort of thing at blogs.mirror.co.uk/opposite-of-work.