So yes, today is Febuary the 14th, and yet another year of men running around Tescos last night, looking for roses, a card and chocolates, all to make sure that their respective ladies does not visit harm upon their souls. It was amazing, how many men were running around the store, just seeing what was the best.
It’s almost to the point where you just go through the motions of doing the dinner thing, giving all that crap over to the loved one, just so you have an easier life for one evening. Now I should point out, this is the second Valetines’ Day I’ve been with the Russian Assassin, Miss Levkovska, so already you could argue I’m on borrowed time before the inevitable battle on a cargo ship where I meet my end with some terrific special effects and witty dialog.
But I also want to take great pride in stating; I was not one of those men rushing around looking for aformentioned bits of tat to make the Lady of Leisure happy. Instead I was purchasing some jelly, the ready meals of joy which as we all know is the cornerstone of a balanced diet, and some bananas for my bizarre habit of eating breakfast, while trying to drive to work one handed at various (safe-ish) speeds.
I swear that’s the only thing I do while driving one handed.