Overall a pretty snazzy Valentine’s Day.
The flowers I special ordered for my mum arrived on time, unscathed, and in full bloom – unlike all the poor, unlucky folk whose memory of Valentine’s Day has (apparently) been forever tarnished by the insensitivity, poor quality and irrational customer service of 1800Flowers.
Went out with friend Char to a comedy night at The Grand in Clapham. The room was full up with loving couples and only eight or so singles – as evidenced by the sparse and somewhat dispirited whoos in response to, “Any single’s in the house tonight?”
I’m single. I whooed. Spiritedly.
All jokes ranged from the mildly inappropriate to the downright raunchy – there was even a comedic magician and a brilliant comic who sang about the White Wine Witch, cried loudly, and gave tribute to Whitney Houston.
Favourite quote of the night?
Use your fear to make your mouth closed
– Loretta Maine (in response to a drunken heckler in a loud, checked shirt).