It's not that I mind, really. Not even the ubiqiutous heart-shaped everything, not even the lack of free tables at the restaurants, it's all a bit of harmless fun really. A bit like war in a way - bad for people, good for business. Mostly harmless when you're looking at it from an observer's perspective. I would not want to be on the receiving end of the love stick, and I have seen plenty of those who are this weekend. I was getting a bottle of water at a newsagent's when I overheard the following conversation between a customer and the shopkeeper:
- Do you have any chocolate?
- Like this? (points to a Cadbury bar)
- No, no, in a box. Chocolate, in a box. It has to be in a box.
O-kay. Whatever you say. Nice and slow, easy does it, put down the roses and let's talk about your issues. Speaking of which, Skinnytoes pointed out to me the most outreagously priced rose bunch, 80 pounds for ten roses, 8 pounds a rose. Hand-reared by wise men in the Himalayas, no doubt. In spite of the prices, there were plenty of men plodding along, holding their obligatory bunches with a complete lack of enthusiasm. No women rushing about after flowers and presents, though. Wonder why.
May I also remind you that St Valentine is the patron saint of the mentally disturbed, especially of the epileptics. Go figure.
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