St Hallmark's Day

No thank you. As you know by now, I don't do religion, so I certainly don't to religious festivals co-opted into a consumerist celebration of forced sentiment. What, you may ask, does the Special One think of this lack of romance? Hell, I'm romantic every day of the year. Sadly, the Special One is sick today - the usual post-project run-down.

Meanwhile, yes, gym bunnies, I am wearing my Superman t-shirt ironically. Same with my Jack Daniels and my Solomon Burke t-shirts. Whereas you are wearing your London marathon t-shirt unironically. I don't care that you've run a marathon, I don't care that you can put your feet behind your ears, even when your head is up your ass, so now leave me alone. I've got a sense of humour, you think spending an hour on a treadmill is some sort of heightened human achievement.