Oh yeah, and I also think V. Day is a load of poop. Who wants to be sitting in a restaurant watching couples play tonsil tennis? Bleurgh! I'd prefer to pick another day and go for a romantic dinner with my bf. Infact we went for a pie and mash on Saturday, Can't get more romantic than that!
This time last year I was in NYC - we went for a bite to eat hoping to avoid the vomitous valentines crowd and wound up in an intimate restaurant with a low ceiling and MASSIVE heart balloons hanging everywhere (so typically American and unsubtle to us Brits - natch ) to a soundtrack of Chris de Burgh and kunty couples whispering sweet nothings at each other.
Pilchard's face was priceless.
Horrid.