Unlike
the confectioners and florists of the world – I am not a big fan of Valentine’s
Day. Its origins are barbaric. Valentine was a Roman Christian priest who lived
and died under the reign of Emperor Claudius the Second. The Emperor was
somewhat deranged and he forbade soldiers in his army to marry. Valentine
defied the emperor and married quite a few. The dude got busted and was
arrested, tried and executed. They cut off his head.
He
was martyred.
In
the fourteenth century the English writer Chaucer set the whole thing alight by
writing a poem called “Valentine” which established the association with love
and flowers and hearts and turtledoves. The public loved it.
They
really did.
Now
don’t get me wrong. I am not against the concept of love. It is a many
splendored thing. But what about the single and lonely people? What about the
fat chicks? In years gone by I have witnessed the despair of some people in my
office when the wives and girlfriends sitting near them receive their flowers
and chocolates and teddy bears. There is a sadness for those that don’t have
love that doesn’t seem quite fair.
Yesterday
I bought a big box of heart shaped chocolates and I got up very early this
morning and put a couple of them on each of the fat chicks desks. Then I went
home and came in late. It pleased me that the fat chicks didn’t scoff them down
but they proudly displayed them on their desks and they didn’t seem so
despondent when the roses and stuff arrived for the girls with boyfriends and
husbands.
I
got my normal box of chocolates with a card from a ‘secret admirer’. Thanks Mum
– I know it’s you and you really don’t have to.
Yep
I am not a big fan of Valentines Day. They chopped a priest’s head off for fuck’s
sake.
And
shouldn’t every day be a declaration of love?
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