Alternative Voices

I always class St Valentine’s Day as Halloween, because of the horrors it brings to mind. The fact that I like Halloween, and dislike Valentine’s, is by the by. Both are days geared around us spending as much money as we can on some piece of tat or other, but the delightful frights around Halloween far surpass the sickliness of what St Valentine’s Day has to offer.

However, I moan too much. I celebrate St Valentine’s Day on the blog as it is a seasonal ‘holiday’; a celebration of sorts. A ghastly one, I have to say, but a celebration all the same.

My Inner Woman, Thomasina, and my Inner Romantic, Tomanova, both rave about the ‘loveliness’ of it. The day where it is perfectly alright to spend thousands, if so required, on a single red rose, a box of heart-shaped choccies, a bottle of plonk, a side splattering of strawberries and, if desired, a negligée or two (or, to be one with modern times, a couple of onesies).

We’ve already heard from those two Inner Personalities of mine this week, so for a change I thought I’d ask a couple more of my Inner Selves to give their opinions on Hallo – I mean Valentine’s.

My Inner Typist, Fingers, is eager to get started:

O liek Valentines’. I gett o write simple an dheratfelt rhymes, nay sonnits, which epxlore differnet sides to one of the gretaest emotions in the world. We all thrive off love, and withuot it the world would be a treeible place. O==I can’t epxress deeply throught he worsd I type just how storng an emulsion love is, although sometimes no words are neeedd at all to get the message across. An epxensiev box of chocotales means a smuch to me a sa beautiful peom.

My Inner Zombie is also chomping at the bit to get his message across. (The bit he’s chomping on is actually part of his nose that dropped off as he reached out for the keyboard… and he actually (ahem… accidentally) flung the keyboard across the room, which caused his nose to fall off, and shattered the keyboard into a thousand pieces) He’s now using, under supervision, the best keyboard. Here’s what he wants to say:

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Although, to be honest, your guess is as good as mine as to what he is actually trying to say. I think he may want chocolate, but I can’t be certain.

It looks as though my Inner Selves, well, these four anyway, seem to like Halloops Valentine’s. My Inner Leader of the Opposition is currently out, and Tom the Geek, my Inner Geek, feels exactly the same way about Valentine’s as I do. He’s the one who’s designed the hearts background for the blog (which will be gone as soon as Saturday’s gone!) because I didn’t want to do it myself…

To say I don’t like St Valentine’s Day is a little unfair. It gives me reason to write posts such as this, but I’m always glad when it’s over for another year.

If you enjoy and celebrate Valentine’s, I hope you have a good time enjoying it exactly as you wish… as, when all things are considered, I do here.