Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine's Day

Came into work this morning to find little red hearts on my desk. Oh ho! What's this? I thought until I glanced over and saw that they were on other desks too. Well, one swift movement with the hand and they falling like bloody snowdrops into the bin. You just know people are going to ask what you're doing tonight and when you tell them that you don't recognise Valentine's Day as anything more than whatever day it falls on, half of them will agree that it's an industry con and the other half will accuse you of having no soul.

And who's to blame for all this misguided and unwanted nonesense? All leads point to the English playwright Chaucer with the earliest description of the Valentine's Day tradition occuring in his Parlement of Foules, composed around 1380, which takes place “on Seynt Valentynes day,/Whan every foul [fool] cometh there to chese [choose] his make [mate].”
See, even the inventor of such a ficticious day called those who participate in such frivolity fools!
So do yourself a favour and if you're going to be romantic, do it on the other 364 days of the year when it means something.

Catch you tomorrow you romantic renegades!


Anonymous Mac said...

Poor Phil! Repressed heartache there! What did Lou do to you? I'll get her for ya!

1:15 am  
Blogger Jay Tea said...

Hehe. I just hate the fact that people go out of their way to be romantic when they should really be romantic most of the time and on impulse, not when a corporate day is set aside and tells you to be.
Don't worry, the sun will be shining out of my prose tomorrow!

3:09 am  
Anonymous Lou said...

Or like most men, ignore romance all 365 days of the year.

3:59 am  

Post a Comment

<< Home

eXTReMe Tracker

Stumble Upon Toolbar