...Today is just Wednesday, How about you?

When someone "Paints the Town Red", its really not supposed to be taken literally. Red heart-shaped... well.. everything adorns pretty much all of downtown York, and this can only mean one thing. Its February, its nearly the 14th, Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, its St Valentine's Day, the single most pointless act of pointlessness since Golf. Why it is that card companies need to set one day a year where they can pretty much line their back pockets with the mental anguish of millions is beyond me.

Single people feel left out, and people in a relationship feel some kind of unspoken obligation to do/buy something special for their partner. If you are in a relationship wherein you need to have one day a year set aside to do something for your partner, then I really do grieve for the future of it. Seriously, to make it special... don't do whatever it is on Valentine's Day. How is it supposed to seem "special", when every other couple on the planet (and god forbid elsewhere) are also having a "special night"?

You may mistake it for the desperate rantings for a poor single kid, but mistake all you want; I couldn't care less about Valentine's Day. (As much as this journal contradicts that notion)

St. Valentine was a Roman Martyr that had about as much to do with flying pampers-ridden sprogs as the Pope does with downhill mountain biking¹. Being a martyr, it means he was most likely "Bludgeoned to shit by huge fucking rocks"², and most probably not in the name of people giving sick-making fluffy clap trap to their partners. Oh no, the culprit of that travesty most likely goes to one "Geoffrey Chaucer" who, even though is credited as being the father of English Literature, for reasons beyond my knowledge; decided to use our poor friend Mr Valentine as a scapegoat for vomit-inducing romantic bilge. Thus, the tradition of wasting money on plasticy mass-produced rubbish was born. (Eventually)

Today is Wednesday the 14th of February. Much the same as Wednesday the 7th of February, and to the best of my knowledge at the time, it is going to be pretty similar to Wednesday the 21st of February.

How's about this for a journal ending, you may interpret this how you will, but perhaps you should take a leaf out of the Beautiful South's book, and "Carry on regardless!"