A romantic past

At the time of writing, the pheromones from Valentine's day are still wafting through the air in workplaces and homes across the country. Cards are still on display, chocolates haven't all been scoffed and roses are looking alive and beautiful before they inevitably fade and rot and leave you with the realisation that you spent... Continue Reading →

Fuck Valentines Day

Note: if you are not a fan of the profane, go no further. ... Fuck Valentines Day. There. I've said it. After being a sucker for twenty years I've finally found myself ready to say it. I've bought hundreds of roses over the years. I even made a bunch when I had no money by... Continue Reading →

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