So. I am aware that a good few (though certainly not all) of the people who read this are in a state where they either lack love in their life, are a long way from the love in their life, or simply live life without love. Thus, for Valentine's Day, the day when this can bite the hardest, I come to you as your faintly creepy Fairy Godfather! In this guise, I bring to you a Musical Thought, and it is thus:
AT LEAST YOU AREN'T THESE PEOPLE!
Yes, for as long as it lasts, here is a handcrafted compilation, culled from the very finest moments of the Transatlantic Tradition, bearing the very best moments of murderous rage towards one's partner. Stabbings! Shootings! Decapitation! Incest! Accidents! Jealousy! Ghosts! Fury! Yes, folks, this compilation has it all!
(Caution: May contain dangerous doses of guitar and violin. Emotions may go down as well as up. Results may vary.)
Without further ado, I give you...
MURDEROUS VALENTINES! In other news, I have been to see the glorious Diana Jones thiseve, sitting but a row from the front and the single figure that produced words made of goosebumps.
In other, other news, I have an interview that may lead to my first Paid Employment on Wednesday. Should be interesting...