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| Well personally anyway, I'm going to a club. The alone in a restaurant thing, bursting into tears when the waiter suggests that really, yes honestly, you'd better just leave... needs to be done sometime, but as with doing christmas all on your tod... another year, maybe. But thank god it's a Saturday this year - I've never much cared for St Valentine's night - the rest of the time I might be seeing someone, maybe, but on that date, never. You know, the moon could fall, the sun could swallow the earth, but I'd still be single on Feb 14th. It seems to be one of the immutable laws of the universe, or at least, part of the terms and conditions of the contract I signed before I ever got born - the one you never remember actually signing, but pretty clearly, you must have done - that if I found myself with a date on that particular... date, I'd basically vanish in a puff of grey smoke. So it's the week nights that are the killer - I always end up in a pub in the City, tie loosened, half-cut, just after work, listening to Elvis, Sinatra and so on, pondering the follies of the previous year, and wondering why the vending machine doesn't sell any razorblades. But not this year. So off to Lowlife in C London, not sure where it is, but there are lots of people going, so if anyone feels like showing up, then... |
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