St. Valentine's Day

Darwin - big softie

Hello and a happy Valentine's Day (or, as I like to call it, listening to coldplay and wanking in your own tears day) to one and all.

These days, Valentine's Day is of course the one day of the year wherein us humans take the time to acknowledge the one we love and all they have to offer. But, I hear you hark, just who is this St. Valentine and what's he got to do with me having to sit through "Dirty Dancing" for the nineteenth time?

Well, St. Valentine was one of those ancient martyred catholic priests (although back then of course, it was harder not to get killed if one held a position in the church) who provided marriage to the masses when the Roman Empire had outlawed such things at the time. Typical bloody Romans. If you want to read more, check this page - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine's_Day

Anyway he got smoked and now we all have to toddle off to Hallmark to get cards and flowers to remind ourselves that a good man suffered in the face of tyranny for the sanctity of marriage - holy matrimony if you will - to remain a facet of our society. As a divorcee, I can't thank the c*nt enough. No, seriously, in these cynical modern times, it's easy to write off this day as simply another corporate snatch at your purse strings but I say nay! What's so wrong with taking a day out to appreciate the dying art of romance? Nothing. Nothing at all, my friends. So grab your loved one, swoon them, kiss them in places undiscovered and appreciate the fact that you are one of the lucky ones whom someone has decided to share their life with, even if only for a day.

Oh, and this song will definitely score you a shag.



Love to all,

JB.

P.S. - This day also marks the anniversary of that wonderful day in 1929 when Al Capone took mortal control of depression-era Chicago's mean streets by slaughtering seven members of rival Bugs Moran's Northside gang. So don't forget to raise a glass to that too.