Phew! What a hectic day I had yesterday. A big fat meeting with the Arts Council in the morning, then a big fat professional meeting with a guy from the playhouse about the development of my play, then social meetings with writing friends and then a bit of shopping and a big fat swim. And then the crunch.How does a single person spend St Valentine’s night when everyone around him is a breeder trying desperately to stave off divorce for another year? Simple – a friend and I decided to spend it watching TV. We thought this would be reactionary enough to make us feel smug, but all it did was make us feel rather ridiculous. And we accidentally drank so much whisky that we also ended up feeling unhealthy and depressed too.
So, fuck you Mister St Valentine - keep your love-hearts to yourself matey and stay out of my life. Everywhere around me I see misery. People get cut by flying glass and end up in A&E; other people have disastrous meetings with secret lovers; others sit crying into their fading tresses. What’s it all about, eh? The human condition is as unfulfilling as a prawn sandwich and the human heart as empty as La Grande Thérèse’s strongbox.
And it’s no good telling me to look on the bright side – only an optimist can do that.
2 comments:
We don't do Valentine's Day and we are the Valentines. You shouldn't feel ridiculous. You should go out, point at the couples with red roses and laugh your fooking socks off.
Well we stayed in with a DVD instead. We did see some sights though, before we came home. And how we laughed.....
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