Bastard, bastard, happy people, bastards, smug couples, BASTARD!
A very happy Valentine’s day to one and all. Especially those who, like me, find themselves (again) with no-one to shower their affection on (again). Just remember: it’s a cynical marketing ploy perpetrated by the suppliers of flowers, perfume, chocolates, and champagne pedicures (whatever the hell a champagne pedicure is – I mean, surely champagne would make a really sticky foot-wash…).
And then, of course, you can make the traditional single-person-on-Valentine’s-day musical choice: Pictures of You by The Cure (‘If only I’d thought of the right words/ I could have held onto your heart’); or St Swithin’s Day by Billy Bragg* (‘The Polaroids that held us together/ Will surely fade away/ Like the love that we spoke of forever/ On St Swithin’s day’); or How Soon Is Now? by The Smiths (‘There’s a club, if you’d like to go/ You could meet somebody who really loves you/ So you go, and you stand on your own/ And you leave on your own/ And you go home, and you cry/ And you want to die’).
Ah, self-indulgent misery-wallowing, there’s nowt like it… ;o)
* – the only complete version of the song I’ve been able to find is by Dubstar, so that’s what I’ve linked to. It’s a good version, but not as good as the original.