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!