I have a major mystery I don't understand about Valentine's Day.
That's flowers - what's the point? I'm sure the flowers themselves are much happier still attached to the plant. And much as I would like to find a use for them, butchered plant gonads just strike me as a totally pointless gift. I could see the point if the man had to climb a mountain to get them, but paying £50 from Interflora after a 3 minute drive for a handful of greenhouse-raised genetically spliced shrubbery is insane. I mean, if women are so materialistic that they require some kind of sacrifice, why not buy them something USEFUL? Something that's not going to wither and die after three amazing days of not actually doing anything?
