Slipperduke
The Camden Cad
I wrote this three years ago and I still stand by it.
Welcome to my least favourite day of the year. I f**king hate Valentine’s Day, corporate bull**** Hallmark-invented ****.
If you love someone, you should treat them like the god or goddess they are every ****ing day of the year, not just when you are told to do so. The whole thing makes me sick.
What the f**k is the point of Valentine's Day anyway? If you've got the horn for someone, just f**king tell them. Are there really people out there who get all loved up in January but hold off for 5 weeks, just so they can express their feelings through the medium of a mass produced bit of cardboard with a blushing f**king teddybear on it?
Love is supposed to be special, individual and spontaneous. The glorious moment of two souls combining, two hearts intwining, two people finding each other in a crazy, crazy world. It is not, and I can't stress this point enough, it is not something that needs to be co-ordinated by a f**king greetings card company. Surely that just cheapens everything?
Have you ever been in a restuarant for this p*ssingly awful evening? Couple after couple, desperately papering over the cracks in their disintergrating relationships with a badly cooked steak and a creme f**king brulee. Brand new couples feeling all self-conscious about how far society dictates that they display their affections in public. It's a f**king sh*tshow and no mistake.
Thanks to some grey-hearted suit, locked away on floor 56 of Castle Clintons, we all have to play the f**king game otherwise none of us will get our oats for a punitive two month period. It's a f**king ****e state of affairs.
Slipperduke.
Welcome to my least favourite day of the year. I f**king hate Valentine’s Day, corporate bull**** Hallmark-invented ****.
If you love someone, you should treat them like the god or goddess they are every ****ing day of the year, not just when you are told to do so. The whole thing makes me sick.
What the f**k is the point of Valentine's Day anyway? If you've got the horn for someone, just f**king tell them. Are there really people out there who get all loved up in January but hold off for 5 weeks, just so they can express their feelings through the medium of a mass produced bit of cardboard with a blushing f**king teddybear on it?
Love is supposed to be special, individual and spontaneous. The glorious moment of two souls combining, two hearts intwining, two people finding each other in a crazy, crazy world. It is not, and I can't stress this point enough, it is not something that needs to be co-ordinated by a f**king greetings card company. Surely that just cheapens everything?
Have you ever been in a restuarant for this p*ssingly awful evening? Couple after couple, desperately papering over the cracks in their disintergrating relationships with a badly cooked steak and a creme f**king brulee. Brand new couples feeling all self-conscious about how far society dictates that they display their affections in public. It's a f**king sh*tshow and no mistake.
Thanks to some grey-hearted suit, locked away on floor 56 of Castle Clintons, we all have to play the f**king game otherwise none of us will get our oats for a punitive two month period. It's a f**king ****e state of affairs.
Slipperduke.
