I run for the bus, dear...

....the excessive commercialisation of Valentine's Day blah blah blah.

I'm not going to talk about it here because I'm sure you've seen enough of it for yourself over the last few weeks and I think every blogger in the world is talking about it (perhaps even the corporate ones, eh?)

I just wanted to check in to say that I have been stupid enough to turn on the TV, and now I'm stuck in front of "The Nation's Favourite Love Songs" or somesuch.

And now I'm annoyed.

We've only got to about number 24 ("Close To You"), but alongside such cast iron classics as "Say A Little Prayer" and "My Girl" is such terrible shite as "The Wind Beneath My Wings" (Westlife version), "Words" (Boyzone version), and I'm sure there's worse to come.

I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but I have. That terrible, insipid shite that is targeted at kids who don't realise what awful rubbish it is - pale, lazy, colourless cover versions performed by bland karaoke puppets . Gah! (and now Simon Bates has just claimed that the UB40 & Chrissy Hynde version of "I Got You Babe" is better than the original... Fuck off! I can't turn this off! help!)

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For reference, I'm spending the evening sharing a pizza and a pot of tea with my beautiful girlfriend. I hope you are as lucky.