One of those increasingly rare clear-blue-sky days in London (photographed near the junction of Old Street Road and Goswell Road). On days like this, you could see planes streaking across the sky every few minutes. Little wonder that London has two airports that top the World's busiest airports list.

Quintessential is a big word. I hate big pretentious words; I'm known for my distaste for them. When I say today has been a quintessential bad day, I do not mean to flaunt my mastery of polysyllabic words, but merely to note that today has been a f--ked-up day.

To have a full understanding of what exactly a quintessential bad day is, first you need to get acquainted to what is known as the Murphy's Law that says "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong". It's like that time when you were supposed to pick up your dream girl for prom but ended up in the hospital because you got your weenie in the zip. Yeah, think There's Something About Mary; the whole movie is based on good ol' Murp's timeless law.

That aside, a day isn't quintessentially bad if it's not gloomy and rainy. Should you be feeling down and blue on a sunny day, pop an antidepressant or something because, clearly, you need to lighten up.

At times, it's possible to spot an imminent quaintessential bad day. An overnight acne growth at the most unusual place (bridge of the nose) for instance, could be a precursor to a lousy day ahead. Also, it's pretty much guaranteed that you won't have a fun day when you're woken up by the bloody fire alarm.

At the end of a quintessential bad day, when you're reflecting on the day's numerous small misfortunes while taking the much-needed hot shower, you'll have the sudden revelation that life truly sucks. Before you head to the suicide booth with Bender, you might want to consider watching an episode of Desperate Housewives (You can now watch the show on the latest iPod with video capability if you haven't heard) and think about the wonderful day you'll have tomorrow. Have a nice day, folks.