I woke up this morning, turned on the radio (Xfm - as per usual) and to my delight they were playing the Kaiser Chiefs, love you less. I deemed it considerably appropriate and would like to thank Xfm for publicly expressing my thoughts on this god forsaken day.
I received the usual quadruple digit amount of cards today, Bruno Mars's love letter being right up there; loving me just the way i am and catching those grenades that are so frequently thrown at me. He's a keeper.
Whilst skimming through my endless letters of admiration, i quietly sipped at my mulled wine, read my book and enjoyed a bubble bath.
Overwhelmed with the love, my parents then decided it would be such a great idea to go out for dinner, but not just any dinner, an Italian. They might have just sent me to a caribbean couples retreat. Good God it was one slit wrist closer to hell. The place was crawling with couples, an infestation of disillusioned dick weeds stuffing their gobs with a platter labelled, scallops Valentine or papaya amore. The three of us stuck out a relative amount, joined with the trio sat in the corner, a suspicious group consisting of two middle aged birds dolled up, sat starry eyed in front of a hugh heffner figure. I felt slightly disturbed as he waved them both out the door with a dirty 'im getting layed tonight' grin on his face.
I tell you what, it was intriguing to assess the tables, you could tell which people emerged from their pigeon holes on 'special occasions' they were the people who sat in complete silence slumped over their plates, amazed at the food gracing their tables, and at the end, using their grubby paws, would pick the left overs from each others plates. A peculiar sight.
Anyway, its pretty easy to establish the economic aid such holidays produce. Businesses milk it, and as they should. But even though, as a nation we know this (some more than others) we still stride round wearing the slogan on our sleeves, 'Happy Valentines Day'. Anything to lift our spirits after the ever so depressing month of January. I mean think about it, Valentines day is the only aspect that makes February so bearable, it's too cold to call spring and means summer just isn't the short distance we convince ourselves it is. Valentines day is just another distraction, and we thrive off distractions (what do you think this blog is, for gods sake)
Hate to say it, but somehow this day is a necessity.
The stars can't feel a lover's touch, the kiss that makes your body rush - Jack Penate.
Eff x
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