Love and Misfits

Valentines day. Instead of embarking on a very bitter rant about the very Americanized holiday (singles feel miserable, couples feel obliged to buy things, chocolate is overpriced, blah blah blah), I am going to follow the age old rule that goes "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."
So, enjoy prepping for the great day o' lurv. Continue to shop maniacally for your boyfriend or girlfriend, all the while wondering frantically if you have passed through the realm of Nice-T-Shirt into the lands of Novel or Quirky Personalized Item (don't venture towards Quirky Personalized Item - I guarantee that he/she won't like a wristband saying "I <3 So And So" or the adorable plaster cast mould of your handprint). Otherwise, for you crafty singles, there are two options: either whore around and like it, or buy icecream and rent some quaint, made-for-TV mini-series.

And while on the topic of darling little mini-series, I have discovered a hilarious show called Misfits (you probably already know it, much more indie than me, blah blah blah) which I have been cramming in whenever possible. Think: 100% inappropriate Britishness (don't watch with family or impressionable siblings). As a former (and arguably, always) Brit, I have to admit that, while we English do not have superpowers, we do talk stupidly and are generally offensive. Australia's very different - you have fuzzy things that live in trees, morning tea, call everyone 'mate' and like rolling around in red dirt and hugging each other. In England, we wear fake gold bling, wink quite a lot, say "fook off", and if you hug us ... mate, we'll knife you.

Some wonderful Nathan-isms for you.

Goodnight!