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Love is in the air

20:07 / 13.02.06

unless someone in the cook is, or samoa, nz, eastern seaboard of australia beats me, i look to be the first to say to all of barbelith 'happy valentine's day'. may it be wonderful, like every day...

i have a new partner, but someone i've known as a friend for mebbe thirteen years, and we are going on a picnic [s'nice being in summer on valentine's day] with a bottle of something that sparkles like her eyes, and a hamper as delicious as are her lips (especially coated in the wine and food - did i just ruin the romance?) and she tells me she has never, you know, outside before. ever. let's see about that, then...

what plans other 'lithers? or later, what surprises?

or is this an observance that is silly and benefits hallmark and other retailers? what say ye?

uncle retrospective

20:40 / 13.02.06

When it arrives tomorrow, I will be looking for a small animal to kick and crying in a toilet cubicle in work.
Bah!

We're The Great Old Ones Now

06:49 / 14.02.06

Ahhh, I get it. This is about gloating, isn't it? You want them all to hate you, yeees... hmm.

It seems to be working.

ONLY NICE THINGS

07:49 / 14.02.06

and she tells me she has never, you know, outside before. ever.

Well, good. That's not an effective method of contraception.

08:21 / 14.02.06

and she tells me she has never, you know, outside before. ever.

Won´t she just love it, when ants crawl all over her. And watch out for any hidden dog turds. And for fellow picnicers with cameras in their cell phones, that put your photos on the internet two hours later.

Have a nice picnic and a happy valentine.

lord nuneaton savage

10:22 / 14.02.06

I'm going to sit by myself and drink wine 'til I die. That'll show 'em.
Gits.

20:33 / 14.02.06

and she tells me she has never, you know, outside before. ever.

...she still hasn't but we had a lovely picnic. the light was fantastic as the sun set across a lake, the ants, mossies and other bugs were all but absent, the snoopy perverts non-existent and the company delightful - and a nice purple rug kept the prickly grass at bay, so all in all a sensual evening enjoyed by us each. hmmm... ta

20:56 / 14.02.06

a nice purple rug kept the prickly grass at bay

Is this code for something? I can suggest a good broad-spectrum antibiotic.

21:06 / 14.02.06

lol at Ganesh. It's my birthday and went pearshaped at work so I didn't get home till 7.30, but then my friend took me out for a couple of drinks, and now I'm snuggled on the sofa surfing the web and watching crappy soaps in a nice buzzed fug, so feeling a bit better about the world.

21:26 / 14.02.06

Good for you, astro.

Busy days working for both of us too and then we were at the theatre, so only getting round to champagne and Belgian chocolates now. Day started well though, with both of us pretending to be George Galloway in the Valentine's cards we gave.

btw, Complicité's Measure for Measure at the National Theatre is grrrrrreat. Go see it! Thrilling Jacobean tale of love and death and corruption and vengeance. Just the thing for Valentine's Day.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

21:26 / 14.02.06

I'm spending the night in with my puppy. Who I am totally in love with.

Tryphena Absent

21:38 / 14.02.06

Complicité's Measure for Measure

Ooohhhh, I didn't know that was on!

23:03 / 14.02.06

I want to spend the evening with Stoat's puppy...

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

23:09 / 14.02.06

Your wish is my command. Be nice- she's only small.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

23:10 / 14.02.06

The frame is smaller, and I forget how to html stuff thinner. I'll try, though.

23:11 / 14.02.06

Hello, little dog. Would you like to see some children?

Sean the frumious Bandersnatch

23:16 / 14.02.06

awww. Your puppy is adorable, Stoatie.

semioticrobotic

23:31 / 14.02.06

Certainly, when you say Valentine's Day is for the dogs, you mean it literally.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

23:32 / 14.02.06

Isn't she just? That's what makes training her difficult, though. How do you yell at someone for eating your trousers when they look like that?

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

23:33 / 14.02.06

(Puppy, not trousers. My trousers are no way that cute, though they are endearingly rakish at times).

20:15 / 15.02.06

sounds much more like they are endearingly raked, dear stoatie... grrrr

The Natural Way

08:58 / 16.02.06

Astrojax, mate, that shit about sparkling eyes like wine and lips coated in food: Urgh. Just urgh.

Anyway, if this is just a generic valentine's rant thread:

Had a lovely Valentine's, but it was a bit weird. Having worked our way through most of Brighton's nicer restaurants over the past few months, we decided a Pizza Hut buffet was definitely the way to go. Delicious. The place was filled to the brim w/ teenagers on dates and I couldn't help wondering how many of them would engage in their first weird, fumbling bonk that afternoon. Took me back a whole lot and I felt very glad I was a grown-up and wouldn't have to go through all that again. Poor buggers.

After an afternoon of drunken debating and all round good stuff we made our way to the pub for a quiet drink, but, fuck me if we could find one anywhere. The first 2 pubs were full of blokes shouting at the footie, long suffering wives/g/fs in tow ('Look, love, I've made you dinner, that's enough romance, now it's time for the MATCH!'), the third and fourth were so fucking loud we couldn't hear ourselves speak (that's a whole bloody Untamed Anger thread right there, my friends: pubs that think they're clubs and the bloody nobs that drink in them! AAAARGH! FUUUUCK!), the fifth had erupted into its weekly pub quiz and the sixth, the place we ended up in, is just a horrible, horrible dive. Jesus, I didn't know going out for a romantic drink w/ one's significant other could be so ridiculously difficult.