Valentines Day. The most overhyped commercialised day in our calendar. The pressure we all feel to try and go one better each year to prove our love. As the years roll on, and our relationships mature, why do you need one day to try and prove your love. I do it everyday with CMF by picking up my socks off the floor, or occasionally boiling the kettle so that she can make me a cup of tea. Little things like that show that I still love her.
It wasn’t always so romantic. Once I flew her to Monaco just for lunch, swooping in and out of the principality by helicopter from Nice airport. I am sure she would have rather had a box of Milk Tray.
But what a modern girl really wants is a trip to football on Valentines Day right? The magic of the game under lights, the smell of liniment, burgers and horse shit and the roar of the crowd as they call the opposing keeper a c*nt for daring to delay a goal kick by a second. And what a choice you had this year too!
The Sloane Square and Belgravia set no doubt headed down the Kings Road, or over Putney Bridge for the West London derby between Fulham and Chelsea, ultimately enjoying the view of the Thames at night more than the game on offer. But the real action for those wanting to be romantic was in the Blue Square North and South. Take your pick from a visit to Chelmsford, Eastleigh, Worcester or even Hinckley. If that is not enough to prove your love then I do not know what is. Continue reading