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Ah, Valentine's Day. Which like all the festivals is doubtless nicked from a pre-christian version, but I'm going to let the monotheists have this one, because it ties in nicely by making love more complicated and painful than it needs to be. If you're in a relationship, there's pressure - especially if you're not sure how serious it is, because suddenly that becomes a bigger issue. If you're not, it also sucks - not so much because in and of itself it reminds you of the Terrible Pain (back in my teens, perhaps that was a part of it - but once you've had your first few with someone, that passes), as because it's simply a day which is Not For You, when all the couples you know will either be staying in, or only have eyes for each other if out - or worst of all, tense and rowing over a rose deficit or similar nonsense. And the idea of people attempting to make the transition on the day - speed dating events and the like - is it just me who finds that insane? How much unnecessary weight of expectation does that place on an evening, on a relationship formed that evening?
Don't get me wrong, I have had a handful of great Valentine's, which is more than a lot of people manage, and I treasure them. One I remember as being a Wednesday, which is part of the reason I'm staying in tonight, because if you know something won't compare then why bother trying? Which leaves me various options. I've got a passable shiraz on the go, and I must make sure not to listen to those two albums' worth of Julie London I got yesterday. But what else? There's a slightly purposeless Judge Dredd mega-epic I could finish, there's Johnny Depp dying of the pox in The Libertine, or I could find out whether The Wire really is as good as they all say.
I sure as blazes can't be bothered with the Brits, because they won't be as good as last time Jarvis was on, much less the legendary KLF incident. For heavens' sake, they're even giving an Outstanding Contribution To Music award to Oasis! How can they have made an 'outstanding contribution' when they didn't have a single original idea between them, just a loutish recreation of hackneyed songs and poses which mostly sucked the first time round? Says one of the monobrowed morons: "We haven't got anything special planned - we're not that sort of band."
What, special? No, you can say that again. Except in the 'special needs' sense, obviously.
Don't get me wrong, I have had a handful of great Valentine's, which is more than a lot of people manage, and I treasure them. One I remember as being a Wednesday, which is part of the reason I'm staying in tonight, because if you know something won't compare then why bother trying? Which leaves me various options. I've got a passable shiraz on the go, and I must make sure not to listen to those two albums' worth of Julie London I got yesterday. But what else? There's a slightly purposeless Judge Dredd mega-epic I could finish, there's Johnny Depp dying of the pox in The Libertine, or I could find out whether The Wire really is as good as they all say.
I sure as blazes can't be bothered with the Brits, because they won't be as good as last time Jarvis was on, much less the legendary KLF incident. For heavens' sake, they're even giving an Outstanding Contribution To Music award to Oasis! How can they have made an 'outstanding contribution' when they didn't have a single original idea between them, just a loutish recreation of hackneyed songs and poses which mostly sucked the first time round? Says one of the monobrowed morons: "We haven't got anything special planned - we're not that sort of band."
What, special? No, you can say that again. Except in the 'special needs' sense, obviously.
