Valentine’s Day has always been a bit of a quandary for me. It is, of course, manufactured and tacky as hell; the sight of a pink plush heart confuses me no end. However, I’m of the school of thought that you should seize any and every excuse for a celebration, whether it be a monthly
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Bye, 2013!
At midnight, in a Manchester suburb, I took a sip from my glass of prosecco, gave the Mr a kiss, and then returned to drinking Hardcore IPA (9.2%) while making sarcastic comments about how very lucky all of the people crowded along the banks of the Thames were, how much fun they seemed to be having, and