Hello girls and women it’s your favourite doctor here, yes i’m the one without a speculum, but I will speculate about the gifts we men give you at Valentines Day. Yes this is another one of my famous Valentines lectures.
As its Thursday and Valentines Day will soon be upon us, it is time to think about the gifts we should get for our loved ones. This is the time of the year when romance should rule our hearts and we should not let our minds rule our wallets. It is a time for whimsy and lovey dovey gestures. So although I am sure she would appreciate that special gift on this special of all days lets leave the purchase of the new set of pots and pans, the new steam iron and the Magimix until Christmas, when maybe she will appreciate it that little bit more. I know now you can get irons in a fetching shade of pink and Jamie Oliver signs his frying pans but it’s just not in keeping with the season.
No a Valentines day gift must be from the heart, it must have significance and the woman of your dreams must be convinced that you have thought about this gift for slightly more than the 30 seconds it took you to lift that last wilted bunch of weeds out of the bucket at the last service station you passed en-route from work.
Remember guys that this IS your early warning. Tomorrow is Friday, the last day you can slip out of work and down to the shops. Saturday and Sunday is going to be full of Six Nations Rugby Action and there’s probably some football and other stuff on, so when will you get to the shops?
And when you do get to the shops what shall we buy?
Roses are still traditional, but I am at a loss to understand why? Apparently the Rose, as the queen of flowers, symbolizes peace and war, love and forgiveness which seems to me to be a mixed message. And another thing, why roses, because as far as I know roses don’t grow in England in February so how did that come about? I can just see it now:
Wavy lines and spectural music:
Man on Bended Knee (somewhere back in History) ‘O my darling I Love thee so. It is thy bonny month of Valentines and I wish to make thee happy, any thing darling
Woman (half listening) ‘what..o darling you are soeth kindeth, what’s that you say..anything’
Man on etc: Yes my darling love I will doeth anything for thee as its Valentines Day
Woman combing hair and looking out of window distractedly as if waiting for Hello magazine to be invented: ‘I want some roses, red ones’
Man: R, roses my love but hi tis only February and the snow still lies thickly on the ground see how yon peasants are freezing to death
Woman, flicking absentmindedly through the Book of Kells looking at the pictures: ‘You said anything and I want Roses, I thought thy said thee loved me’
Man: O yes my love I doest love thee but roses my love, what about something from yon market place..surely thy needest a new pot or something for thy bedchamber perchance (he winks suggestively)
Woman (suddenly has mood change): ‘If you loved me you’d get me some roses, red ones that smell nice’ She stomps off to the wash place to brush away her tears in a muddy puddle.
Man looks stunned, but resigns himself to the 10 year journey to Africa to get his beloved some roses.
10 years later he returns with the red red roses he has nurtured across the blazing plains of Africa, protected against his bosom in the swaying bowels of the ship as they plunged across the bay of Biscay the sharp thorns tearing gashes in his chest so the blood dripped, like tears down his chest.
He bangs on his darlings front door. It is again the 14th of February. It opens, he kneels in the snow and ice and holds the roses aloft, ‘My darling’, he cries, ‘I love you and here are your Roses. I have suffered much and been lonely without you ere these 10 long years. But here is proof of my love’. He thrusts them out his hand on his heart..
Woman at the door: ‘ere ou are you, yer nutter get lost’ She grabs the roses and slams the door in his face. It is only then that he sees the daubed cross, the sign of the Black Death smeared across the front door. And from inside faintly he hears ‘Ring a Ring a Rosie a pocket full of posy’
He looks around and shakes his head: Bah Women’ he cries and goes off down the town to watch that new game with the funny shaped ball and down a few ales with the lads.
He right though wasn’t he, aren’t roses the most inappropriate gift to give in February? They don’t grow in this country in February. They grow in Kenya. So that gift of love, we purchase this weekend, has been handpicked by someone getting about 50 cents (US) a day (Zimbabwe) or $3 a day (Kenya). That’s not love that’s exploitation. (o dear I’m getting political!)
So maybe we ought to think about a more appropriate gift this Valentines Day, like the daffodil or the tulip - who couldn’t resist a huge bunch of tulips? (Voice from outside of blog: aren’t they from Holland by the way?)
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Roses?
Nah.
Just plenty of oral sex.
God almighty, I cannot stand Prince Charles. I actually snarled at the TV this morning when I saw his 'news.'
ANYWAY, I think that roses are the most ridiculous 'expected' gift. Although chocolate might be a mighty close second. Roses are expensive, at least over here, and they die so quickly. How about a heartfelt sentiment, written down in your own hand? How about doing something for the woman in your life that she's been pining for you to do? Even if it is just a simple chore around the house. And you'd better hope, you men, that your woman thinks enough of you to do the same!
Having managed to stumble cross legged beyond the word speculum I'm with 'y'! :o)
I choose to give mi Lady something I know she enjoys and appreciates; an hour-long full body massage with warm oil, a home cooked meal complete with candles on the table, and I do all the housework for the day. It usually results in me getting laid (shagged I believe you Brits call it) and she prefers all of this treatment to flowers any day.
Johnny
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