2003-02-14 - 12:22 p.m.

Most cynically...unromantic gesture...EVER! Our beloved company just had single roses delivered to all our desks. What a warm feeling being wooed by a corporate entity is. Moving has coincided with my my being in charge of things here again, so my free time is in recession. PLEASE Forgive the repeat just this once, but this still holds true one year on. I will have an original thought sometime soon, when the metaphorical and literal dusts have settled. This is for you, young lovers:

"You can tell it�s arsing, jizzing v-day because you can�t move on the tube for people thrusting their ostentatiously-brandished, prickly-stemmed, parasite-baiting, mass-marketed, hurriedly-chosen floral manifestations of vague affection into your nostrils like twelve scarlet, polleny reasons why they�re better than you, with the kind of slap-invitingly smug rictus worn only by people who need these overpriced, lacy-ribboned reassurances that their unfortunate partner isn�t going to start some squalid, crack-induced affair with the first sexually available cretin who has the ill-judged inclination to try and lure them away from their gnawing, tick-like mandibles. Get your rapidly-wilting couplehood out of my face and kiss my front bottom."