The cunning linguists amongst you will have realised
that St Valentine was actually an Italian…..
…..and that’s about all that’s known about him ! …..
…..The Roman Catholic Church has delisted him as
an official Saint…..
…..and the French have (mis) appropriated him in the
‘La Fete du Baiser’ (the festival of kissing) that is
celebrated on the first Saturday after the 14th
In the French version men and women dress up as
priests and nuns and go around kissing each other
as well as strangers…..
…..a case of theatre reflecting life ! ! ! ! !
The G-man is (self) indulging in full immersion therapy
in La Dolce Vita but can’t help noticing that the Italians
have gone Valentine-mad…..
…..every shop window is red with hearts
Now I can understand why this might work in an
underwear shop (Intimissimi)…..
…..or perhaps a sparkly shop (Swarovski)…..
…..but you won’t win many brownie points if you hand
over a new saucepan tomorrow morning ! ! ! ! !
I’m wrong !
Maybe if the little lady unwraps a shiny new pan she
will breathe a sigh of relief ! ! ! ! !
? ? ? ? ?
Since the expectation of her for his largesse may be no
more than a boiled egg !
She can put her false teeth back in and head towards
I would be happy to consign Valentine’s day to the…..
…..Ministry of Love
…..specifically Room 101 (1949, ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’)
Valentine’s has become spoilt by over-commercialisation
So whilst it’s not exactly an Orwellian nightmare it is
Tomorrow night is said day (Valentine’s) and…..
…..all the Groover wanted to do was enjoy a quiet meal
in his favourite restaurant before mounting Giulietta for
the 1000-mile trip back to Blighty on Sunday
Instead, the restaurant (Trevisani) will be chock-full of
earnest men (of all vintages) going through the motions whilst
the little lady encourages him to have another glass or two
or three because she insists she will drive home…..
…..Fingers crossed !
…..Incrociamo ! (as they say here)
Che struggimento ! (as they say here)
What misery ! (as we say in Blighty)