oddly, since its valentine’s day, I heard from two different sets of friends who just split up with their respective long time beaus today. seems like sometimes there’s just something in the air and sure, not everyone can be as ridonkulously loved up as certain bloggers i could mention, but it’d be a shame to ignore the fact that today is the internationally sanctioned panic buying of expensive tat during your lunch hour because you don’t wanna get caught out looking like you don’t care day.
do i sound bitter? i do hope not, ’cause i’m not but valentine’s day should be about the love people, not just the heart shaped chocolate truffles and specially rebranded bottles of pink moet. st valentine died for love, not edible red licorice panties* but that don’t mean i’m about to get all pious (*or return the ‘gift’ -Â erm, thanks baby)
in fact, i reckon we should take a leaf out of dusty’s book and get our hand bell ringing, troubadour brass, big fatwhite soul chorus on ‘specially for today and celebrate the love power.
let’s get it on…