Cards : I expect that some of you will be giving and/or receiving cards for Valentine’s Day. Please bear in mind that although your card is undoubtedly made from environmentally benign biodegradable material, a small child or a pet could easily eat it and choke so please do not leave it lying around for any length of time. When you have read the slushy sentiments inside, please destroy the card immediately by taking it to an authorised municipal dump. Do not attempt to burn it or cut it up, fires can easily spread and 13 per cent of all domestic accidents involve scissors or other sharp instruments.
Hopefully your card will not have been sent anonymously, because research shows that receiving an unsigned card may cause stress and anxiety, leading in some cases to stroke or cardiac infarct, possibly both.
Also, when you open your card, take great care not to cut your finger on the edge. This could eventuate septicaemia, which if not treated in time might involve amputation.
Flowers:Do not send flowers to a loved one. She may suffer from a floral allergy. Even if not, she could cut her finger on a thorn, or get stung by something lurking inside the flower. If you are sent flowers and are prepared to accept them despite the risk, ask the delivery person to give the bunch a good shake (hitting the flowers repeatedly against a wall is good) before handing them over. But not before you have asked the deliverer to prove his identity: on Valentine’s Day, criminals may avail themselves of the floral opportunity to burst into your house and maim or kill you, before stealing everything you have.
When putting the flowers in a vase, be sure to turn off the tap afterwards: domestic drowning is on the increase.
NB: Whilst I am of course entirely non-genderist, I am assuming that only women will be sent flowers, since common sense dictates that sending flowers to a man (especially if done anonymously) is really risky – it could trigger either orientation-doubt or perception-fear, each of which could terminally destabilise him.
Champagne:To be avoided at all costs. Most ocular accidents are caused by champagne corks, the popping of which can also traumatise pets. Chilled drenching can lead to bronchitis, and in many inner-city areas the sudden loud explosion made by a champagne cork ricocheting off the furniture may precipitate an exchange of gunfire between excitable or nervous neighbours. If you do insist on opening a bottle, do not drink it – 12 per cent of all domestic accidents involve walking into the furniture or falling downstairs.
Chocolates :Never give chocolates. Caffeine accelerates the heart-rate, fats increase cholesterol, sugar creates obesity, Belgium causes 32 per cent of all British cavities, and Pennsylvania causes 26 per cent of all American ones. Once these cavities have been filled, 78 per cent of them when required to chomp enthusiastically on a hazelnut and toffee cluster, will then need to be filled again. Worse, coffee creams (which nobody ever eats) may lie around for so long that the recipient forgets it is a coffee cream, a fact which comes to light only at the post mortem.
Cuddly Toys :On Valentine’s Day, thousands of unthinking lovers exchange cuddly toy animals. What they exchange them for is their health – 38 per cent of all undiagnosable diseases are found in patients who have gone to bed cuddling a thing consisting of an ersatz outside from Taiwan stuffed with an ersatz inside from Pyongyang. Whilst almost anything can be caught from the outside of these toys, there is almost nothing which cannot be caught from the inside, especially after the outside comes unstitched in the middle of the night and the inside comes out. If you have to give your beloved an animal, make it a real live one – should he or she catch anything nasty from it, a vet will at least have a rough idea what it might be and their chances of survival will therefore be significantly higher.
Candlelit Dinners :Are you serious? 93 per cent of all domestic conflagrations to which the emergency services are called on February 14th are caused by dingbats leaning across a red-checked tablecloth to kiss one another, bringing two flaming candles in Chianti bottles to the ground where they rapidly roll towards the curtains. Should you be crazy enough to go ahead with a meal like that anyway, for goodness’ sake keep a case of champagne in the room with you. Not for drinking (see above), but for trying to douse the flames while waiting for the fire truck to arrive.
Oh, and by the way – have a happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. :)
― C J (C J), Sunday, 9 February 2003 14:11 (twenty-three years ago)
No, I don't HATE FUN. I just hate enforced relationship worship which only succeeds in making us lonely, single, sad, alienated, miseryguts feel even worse. Sigh.
Should I just not leave the house until it's all over? Oh wait, joy, I think Hilton is doing a DJ set on Resonance FM on V-Day (or did I dream that?) so I can listen and swoon at the sound of his voice and PRETEND that he got LOVE TECHNIQUE or, erm, something. Must get up and bounce around the living room now. Anyone for more tea?
― kate, Sunday, 9 February 2003 14:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― Fuzzy (Fuzzy), Sunday, 9 February 2003 15:06 (twenty-three years ago)
Last V-Day, I was deleriously in love, but in a relationship I was totally unsure of (and my boyfriend at the time FREAKED OUT because I texted him to ask all flirty if he'd be my Valentine) and I spent the evening with some single friends watching a band who were going through romantic traumas of Abba-esque proportions at the time. Actually, it was fucking great, what am I talking about?
This year will suck. I will have to make arrangements to be OUT OF THE HOUSE so as not to be overcome by gushiness. Grrrrrrr.
― kate, Sunday, 9 February 2003 15:10 (twenty-three years ago)
But I can appreciate where you're coming from Kate. Friday is a good day to go out anyway.
― Fuzzy (Fuzzy), Sunday, 9 February 2003 15:17 (twenty-three years ago)
Maybe we should turn this thread into a Thread of Valentine Silliness, filled with daft poems to each other.........
― C J (C J), Sunday, 9 February 2003 15:29 (twenty-three years ago)
Xmas is a holiday celebrating family, and I hate it cause I have no family. V-day is a holiday celebrating romantic love, and I hate it cause I have no romantic love. But then again, take a holiday like Halloween, which celebrates darkness and weirdness and otherworldliness, and I *LOOOOOOOOOVE* Halloween.
ILX Valentines? What would that be like? I only imagine trouble...
― kate, Sunday, 9 February 2003 15:36 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate, Sunday, 9 February 2003 15:37 (twenty-three years ago)
The ILX Men have all made me laughGee, men aren't as bad as I thought! Not by half!They're funny, they're smart, they can actually feel!And they're all hung like horses! Wow! Such a deal!
The ILX Girls are a brilliant groupI count myself lucky to be part of this loopThey're brave and they're crazy, strong, sexy, and smartI've taken the wisdom they've given to heart.
"Happy V-Day, people!" I say with affectionThis board has caused me much introspectionI spend too much time here, but I guess that's okayIt's not like I have a life anyway!*
*this last part is not necessarily true
― C J (C J), Sunday, 9 February 2003 15:47 (twenty-three years ago)
― suzy (suzy), Sunday, 9 February 2003 16:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Sunday, 9 February 2003 17:07 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 9 February 2003 17:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― j.lu (j.lu), Sunday, 9 February 2003 17:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ed (dali), Sunday, 9 February 2003 17:20 (twenty-three years ago)
― donut bitch (donut), Sunday, 9 February 2003 18:36 (twenty-three years ago)
― emz, Sunday, 9 February 2003 19:23 (twenty-three years ago)
*drunk*
― Fuzzy (Fuzzy), Sunday, 9 February 2003 23:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 9 February 2003 23:48 (twenty-three years ago)
― di smith (lucylurex), Monday, 10 February 2003 00:02 (twenty-three years ago)
― rosemary (rosemary), Monday, 10 February 2003 00:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 10 February 2003 00:20 (twenty-three years ago)
― Maria (Maria), Monday, 10 February 2003 00:37 (twenty-three years ago)
This one shall be nice b/c we have the day off (staff develop. but I'm already well-developed). The next day we're doing an anti-war march too.
― That Girl (thatgirl), Monday, 10 February 2003 00:43 (twenty-three years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Monday, 10 February 2003 00:51 (twenty-three years ago)
jim if its any consolation my b-day is a week later exactly. i hate this two week period so much.
― jess (dubplatestyle), Monday, 10 February 2003 01:02 (twenty-three years ago)
― donut bitch (donut), Monday, 10 February 2003 01:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mary (Mary), Monday, 10 February 2003 03:49 (twenty-three years ago)
i like the idea of Pennsylvania being a cavity-causing state! has anyone else here ever been to Hershey Park?
― Tad (llamasfur), Monday, 10 February 2003 03:55 (twenty-three years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Monday, 10 February 2003 03:56 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Monday, 10 February 2003 03:58 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tad (llamasfur), Monday, 10 February 2003 04:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess (dubplatestyle), Monday, 10 February 2003 04:15 (twenty-three years ago)
― RickyT (RickyT), Monday, 10 February 2003 12:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― Archel (Archel), Monday, 10 February 2003 13:07 (twenty-three years ago)
::hugs::
― suzy (suzy), Monday, 10 February 2003 13:13 (twenty-three years ago)
― Graham (graham), Monday, 10 February 2003 14:52 (twenty-three years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 10 February 2003 14:55 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 10 February 2003 14:56 (twenty-three years ago)
Despite being in a relationship for going on ten years now, I think we've only celebrated V-Day twice; usually we have to perform or rehearse on the day itself.
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Monday, 10 February 2003 14:56 (twenty-three years ago)
(Hahahahhahaha oh god I have to go and read Wigu now).
― Sarah (starry), Monday, 10 February 2003 14:58 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Monday, 10 February 2003 14:59 (twenty-three years ago)
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sarah McLusky (coco), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:01 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:01 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:02 (twenty-three years ago)
― Graham (graham), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:03 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:04 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:04 (twenty-three years ago)
This year, I might repeat last year's random action of wishing all the gurls I know Happy Valentine's Day, even though that makes zero sense.
― Graham (graham), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:05 (twenty-three years ago)
I shall be making The Bloke breakfast-in-bed on Friday (much as I do every day, actually, lucky old him), but I shall enter into the spirit of it all by cutting the toast into little heart shapes. I'll cook a romantic-dinner-for-two that evening, which we shall eat in a dining room lit by twinkly little fairy lights. I am so soft, it's embarrassing. :)
― C J (C J), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― chris (chris), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― Lara (Lara), Monday, 10 February 2003 15:15 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Monday, 10 February 2003 19:48 (twenty-three years ago)
The man I was living with at the time (a burly, mountain-man type - think Robert Redford in that Jeremiah Johnson movie) gave me the following for our first Valentine's Day:1. Ugly Stick (a fishing pole)2. A Shimano reel3. A new tackle-box
When we broke-up he broke into my garage and took them back. But he *still* takes my mother flowers on Mother's Day - oh, and named his dog after my sister. Who says I have bad taste in men?
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Monday, 10 February 2003 21:51 (twenty-three years ago)
― James Blount (James Blount), Monday, 10 February 2003 21:53 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tom (Groke), Monday, 10 February 2003 22:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Monday, 10 February 2003 22:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Anna (Anna), Tuesday, 11 February 2003 01:22 (twenty-three years ago)