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Mr ...X is a homes and interiors journalist and author by trade, and a perennial enthusiast by nature. Is hilarious on the odd occasion; the onus on odd.

With an Islington affiliation, Mr ...X shaves rarely, dresses thriftily and snacks on blueberries and broccoli mostly.

Likes: Asos, Lions Rampant and Spotify. Dislikes: hyperbole.

Be Mine...

Published on Tuesday 9th February 2010

It’s a girl’s prerogative to voice opinions. What men choose to do with these is less of a concern. Classic case in question – Valentine’s day plans. Any hints, clues, pointers?

A direct quote: “Why should I be romantic on that one day just because some silly saint said so? But don’t think you can get away with not getting me a card.”

Wonderfully schizophrenic, this of course fell on rather deaf ears. Doubly in my case – I’m deaf in my right ear and was asking merely out of politeness.

Another girl’s prerogative – same girl, different prerogative - is to be spoilt rotten by her man without divulging such information. We know girls, we know.

So what awaits my anti-Valentine’s valentine aside from the obligatory Clinton’s card? Put simply, chocolate and vino to nibble and get sloshed on. Disappointed? I hear sighs... Fear not, I’m not talking a slap dash visit to Budgens opposite Parsons Green station to pick up some Cadburys Milk tray and a bottle of Blossom Hill. That would be a DOSO; a ‘dumped on the spot offence’.

No, I’m talking chocolate that could be mistaken for a piece of obscure, Tracey Emin-inspired art wrapped in sex appeal and plonk that quite frankly wouldn’t look out of place prancing down the catwalk at LFW in a couple of weeks time. Ah yes, and front row tickets to that as well...

Happy Valentine’s everybody.

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