Valentine’s Day, as a commercial concept, bugs the hell out of me. Oi shops, stop telling me how to love (and FYI it would never be in the form of…
We’re in that between time of ‘what day is it & why is my belly overhanging my jeans like that’ – yup, those spare few days before the new year…
The nights are drawing in, my radiators are on and I’ve burrowed away my flip flops and shorts for another year like an oversized squirrel. I’ve also proceeded to leave…