victory day, not.
i'm refering to today, the day which every ineffectual fool around the blue marble would rush to buy
1. an exhorbitantly-priced bouquet of flowers
2. a box of choccy's
3. a 300-quid necklace
4. dinner at some posh restuarant's where superficial types want to be seen
5. an i-pod
6. some wotsit
to please their birds. or that the above scenarios apply only to the wee isle.
seriously, what do you's think about v-day?
1. a mighty load of commercialised tosh
2. an excuse to spend yer hard-earned dosh on some bird who
(a) may run off with yer best mate next week
(b) you should spend more time with but for some excuse or other, didn't
(c) otherwise may pull a really long face for embarassing her in front of her cow-orkers as they all were sent massive bouquets
3. a really brilliant day to show how much you lurve yer bird
frankly, i used to avoid v-days in the past as i couldn't stand the sight of rose-wielding smug-lookin' pretentious bint's with too much warpaint on their mugs on the arms of their loser minging paramours. but not these past few years.
it's due to age, probably. or that i've become more cynical.
as enscribed by the letter b @ February 14, 2005 04:45 PM