Timey wimey Lost type time displacemen shennanegans in Samoa!
Tired of the tribes being tattoed and stamping about in their Siva Tau war dances whilst bellowing gutteral war cries when out on the piss on Fridays, the Prime Minister thought that it might be a bit much to have a Friday Piss Up, then another huge one on Saturday for New Year's Eve.
So, the poor Polynesian populace went to bed on Thursday, and the Gallifreyan PM called up his mates in the Dharma Initiative to Pull The Big Lever and catapult Samoa one day into the future!
A gigawatt of lightning striking a DeLorean later, and everyone woke up thinking it was Friday, but no - It was Saturday!
Which pissed a lot of people off, having to prepare and shop for the New Year's Eve party at the last minute, with Friday lost to the ether.
Not to mention the fact that as their Island had skipped a day, they couldn't work on a non-existent Friday, so they lost a days pay!
And their jobs, probably. How believable is the excuse "I couldn't come in on Friday because my Prime Minister put me in a Tardis on Thursday, and the next thing I know it was Saturday! Which mean I couldn't come in until Monday!"
Maybe I'll skive off this Friday, and give that excuse a whirl.
And what about them there tourists, middle aged women all lubed up over oiled up beefcake grunting and thrusting their spears? Or thrusting at Britney Spears. Or getting a milkshake from Britney's "Pears". Or something. They lose a whole day of holiday!
On the plus side, they are 3 hours ahead of Sydney, instead of 21 hours behind. But if Sydney is fuelled on his Tetley tea, it won't be long before he catches up. Or ends up further behind, if he keeps stopping to put the kettle on, or hiding in the starionary cupboard with The Gaffer.
Presumably trying to get a gaypay rise by taking The Gaffer's spout in hand. Or mouth. Or up his bum. Or something.
Anyhew, them sneaky Samoans don't miss a trick. They only shifted some of the isles into the future. The eastern ones remain in the past. Meaning they can have their birthday one day, then canoe over the river to the neighboring Isle, and demand ANOTHER set of pressies because the next day will be their birthday again!
And they don't even have to go to church on Sunday and worship their Dagonic fish deities, coz it'll be Monday and Sydney is open for business!
Jammy sods!
Still, it explains why Prime Minister Tuilaepa Sa'ilele Malielegaoi prefers to be known by the more pronouncable moniker "Doctor Who"
I guess that's "Who" pronounced "Hooh! Hurgh! Hah! Whooar!!" as he frolics in the sands brandishing his weapon of mass distraction in a highly intimidating fashion, stamping his sandles in the Samoan sumo Siva Tau wardance.
