14th February...bunch of liars you all said oh no I'm not gonna celebrate Valentine's...but I can all see you...going to the shop buying flowers, cards an chocolates!!!
14/02/2009 09:50:03
Miss Brendon
We should celebrate love during 364 days and stop loving during one day...in that case I'm expecting some nice gifts every day...ooh that's a good idea!!!
13/02/2009 16:17:16
Diva Dubois
Valentine s day is for me pure marketing... it is not love, it is not spontaneous. in a nutshell it is useless. some people make such a big deal out of it. it is pathetic to think that in a relationship you make a special effort ONE DAY IN THE YEAR! Love is fantastic but it also hard work and requires a daily care and attention to make a relationship work.
I wish more people would agree to that...
13/02/2009 10:48:03
Martin Johnson
This year as we are going to be stuffed by the Welsh on the 14th in the rugby I'm going to say to the missus....'that's ok dear I'll give the rugby a miss because it's VD' ;-)
12/02/2009 17:50:31
Mr Thrifty
Great way to save money...buy everything for the 'lady of your dreams' the day after....you know the 15th.... it's all really cheap....
Only problem is the only lady I know......is in my dreams!!!
12/02/2009 17:47:26
Couch potato
At least Valentine's Day is on Saturday this year and so there will be something good to watch on the telly. You've Been Framed - comedy genius!
12/02/2009 17:12:52
the meek shall inherit
I quite agree with your previous caller, Jonathan.
12/02/2009 10:16:13
Artoflove
It's the anonymity that sucks. Proclaim your desires and stamp your name, address, phone number and bank pin all over it with pride. Who cares if you are humiliated and have to leave your job with the ridicule. 'At least you spoke from your heart' you can tell yourself while flipping burgers or collecting glasses. Which all reveals the big red lie. That remaining true to yourself and outing your true thoughts is admired and respected and makes women go excited in the panties. It doesn't. It marks you out as a potential stalker.
12/02/2009 09:14:40
curmudgeon
All the nice, warm, cuddly, caring guys don't live in London, they live in Australia!
11/02/2009 22:31:52
Miss Brendon
what really annoys me it's how people can spend their money for things there are absolutely cheap hideous things like a nice pair of pink underpants with a little black heart made in diamond...beurgh (sick)
Saint Christus in the name of Valentine blablablabla happy easter
11/02/2009 17:45:38
Micky Pepper
Now then all. Judging from the press coverage, pull out features, film launches etc I guess you are facing an uphill battle.
Why not get a group booking and go and see "He's just not into you" as therapy.
Love always, up the Boro
11/02/2009 15:53:00
the meek shall inherit
for some very shy people Valentine's day is the only day of the year they can pluck up the courage to approach a potential mate. It gives them something to hide behind. Like a nervous singer hiding behind their mike. Leave it alone I say. It has its place. There will be a lot of people out there who only exist because of Valentine's day.
11/02/2009 13:21:45
hornygirl.com
all i want for valentines day is some sweet love. oh yeah.
11/02/2009 11:59:54
Little Miss Juicy
Can somebody please tell me exactly where all the funny, caring, confident, driven, romantic, intelligent, thoughtful, creative, good looking, dark haired, single young men hang out in London? I'm not fussy.
10/02/2009 17:14:03
Schwalbe Johansson
Ja, I am liking the site. I think you need to loosen up some more like we do in sweden. We have communal spas over there and I just go in and pretend to be all relaxing but secretly everywhere you look there are freebies. My eyes were going crazy so I went into the sauna to let off a bit of steamy things like you know what I mean. Eh ladies? You want to come and visit me, my flat has wood paneling and everything. Every day is the valentine's day in my trousers.
10/02/2009 10:55:54
Boz
for guy's what about national dressing up in women clothes and self pleasure day... I think it will be exciting (especially if everyone does it outside) and much more fun than keeping interflora's share price up. Or fill your pants with tabasco sauce and go cycling day?
09/02/2009 10:40:09
Donut
I think Valentine's Day was invented by Hallmark in America and the UK has adopted it - like most things American. Don't buy a card, make one! And only give it to someone who really matters...
Must say the English "adult" tradition of sending anonymous Valentine's Day cards is a bit scary - smacks of stalking and being watched!
07/02/2009 07:35:39
Special Heinrich
if you're in a relationship and you need a national day to raise your awareness that you have to do something nice for your loved one then you clearly don't love them that much so throw the towel in now and get someone you actually give a sh1t about that's my advice.
02/02/2009 12:00:21
Linda
what is the point of getting an anonymous love note? It's romantic, but only if it comes from a really hot guy, imagine if it comes from a sad greasy weirdo? how am I supposed to know?
02/02/2009 11:58:02
The Boss
For my mrs every day is valentine's day if you know what I'm saying.
02/02/2009 11:57:05
Bri Curious
If you need a day on the calendar to tell someone you love them then it's a bit sad really.
02/02/2009 11:54:58
bob
hello
13/02/2008 11:33:42
Big Guy
Top tip
Wait till the 15th of Feb
Everything is half price!!!!
12/02/2008 15:14:04
"The only victory over love is flight"
"He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals"
"One is very crazy when in love"
"To be in love is to be in a perpetual state of anasthesia"
Bogey man
"Love is like picking your nose. You keep picking at it until you get it. then you don't know what to do with it."
"Love: Two minds without a single thought"
Minni
"I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known"
S Wonder
"If love is blind why is lingerie so popular?"
Peggy Biscuits
'Before I met my husband I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times'
C. Garr
"Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke"
Fishermans Friend
"Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock"
P. Nuts
"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love"
Beautiful Freak
Ah. That.
That's what I was so disturbed
about this morning:
my desire has come back,
and I want you again.
I was doing so fine,
I was above it all.
The boys and girls were beautiful
and I was an old man, loving everyone.
And now I want you again,
I want your absolute attention,
your underwear rolled down in a hurry
still hanging on one foot,
and nothing on my mind
but to be inside
the only place
that has
no inside,
and no outside.
Joy Les
So great was my joy
when I received your letter
that on reading it the first time
I didn't realize
that in it you had written
that you didn't love me
Mr Stalker
When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
When I walk along High holborn
I think of you with nothing on
Nightingale
Lovers, forget your love,
And listen to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Per chance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.
Roland
Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire!
Would not we shatter it to bits - and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Lorri
Bloody men are like bloody buses
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
Blind Faith
I heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
Bunsen Burner
I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab
when I held a pair of scissors by the blades
and played the handles
in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;
then called your name, and handed them over.
O the unrivalled stench of branded skin
as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,
then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked,
the doctor said, for eternity.
Don't believe me, please, if I say
that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,
of asking you if you would marry me.
Latte Lover
The warmth
In my mouth
That rush
Through my veins
Making my heart race
My pulse quicken
My head
Just a bit dizzy.
My legs are just a bit numb.
My tongue
Yearns for more
More of you
Right now.
Now.
I can't wait anymore.
This is torture.
Seriously.
I'm in hell
Waiting for you.
I just want to shout
To this giant crowd of people
"How hard is it to make a latte, fuckers?"
I love you, coffee.
