Comedy Tends To Come Out Of Things

No One Is Thinking About You. They're Thinking About Themselves, Just Like You.

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

It's Amazing How Much Time And Money Can Be Saved In The World Of Dating By Close Attention To Detail. A White Sock Here, A Pair Of Red Braces There, A Gray Slip-on Shoe, A Swastika, Are As Often As Not All One Needs To Tell You There's No Point In Writing Down Phone Numbers And Forking Out For Expensive Lunches Because It's Never Going To Be A Runner.

Valentine's Day Purely Commercial, Cynical Enterprise, Anyway. Matter Of Supreme Indifference To Me.

It Struck Me As Pretty Ridiculous To Be Called Mr. Darcy And To Stand On Your Own Looking Snooty At A Party. It's Like Being Called Heathcliff And Insisting On Spending The Entire Evening In The Garden, Shouting "cathy" And Banging Your Head Against A Tree.