Be my Valentine

Its a cruel celebration really - enables those that have to rub those-that-have-nobody-to-share-it-with's noses in it. Still won't linger on that (wouldn't want to rub anyone's nose in it afterall).

Its a day for those who believe in true love to wear their romantic streaks on their sleeves, so to speak. At Moorgate there was a woman dressed in a red suede coat and boots, with a red feather boa. Off to the office with a colleague in tow. On the tube an otherwise dourly dressed woman wore a red enamelled heart-shaped badge on her lapel. And opposite her was a teenager in blond jeans with a bag full of goodies - mini red heart balloon, chocolates and something with a big red bow.

Happy Valentines!