'Love', a new commissioned piece about relationships, passion, sex and desire.
This latest commission I've been working on (with a love theme) was a little different to my usual work, but I really ruddy enjoyed it. And sometimes you have to shimmy out of your comfort zone right and just see what flippin' happens. And I liked what happened here.
Love ey. What the sodding hell is it all about. You think you're in it, then you find your beloved locking lips with another. And you split up. And then you realise you don't actually miss them. So why did you ever think you loved them? Or you gaze adoringly at your other half while simultaneously wishing they dressed differently and wore those shoes you picked for them and had different friends and earned more money.
What a pickle we put ourselves in ey.
Now perhaps I don't know much about love right, but I have a thought or two on Valentines Day. The cold hard fact of the matter is that it's horrendous whether you're loved up or not. It's a competition between the lovers as to who has the most romantic partner -
Git 1: 'Jerry got me flowers and a necklace and took me to dinner.'
Bigger Git 2: 'Oh how splendid, Martin blind-folded me and took me to Paris as a surprise and bought me a diamond ring and a puppy and a milkshake that never ends. And a unicorn. But oh, hey, those flowers sound quite....it's the thought that counts after all isn't it...yeh..'
What bollocks. What horrible, horrible bollocks. If your true love spoils you rotten on V Day, that's nice, but perhaps don't be an obnoxious git and rub peoples faces in it. Because believe it or not, that makes you a not very nice person. And it isn't just because some people might be single, or others may feel lonely. What about those who have lost their true love to sickness or an accident? What about those who are trapped in a destructive or abusive relationship? If you feel you need to share how many gifts you got from your lover on Valentines Day with the world, then it isn't worth shit.
So what am I doing today? Well I've seen Valentines Day from all sorts of sides; as a singleton, as someone in an unhappy relationship. But right now, I confess that I am with a wonderful chap who I am very thankful for. And we're going to the pub, same as every other Friday. And we'll get pissed together and talk nonsense and...well, you know.
Do you know what Valentines Day should actually be about? Just a day that reminds you to actually tell those special people you love them. Not just your other half; your family and your mates too. And if you buy any of that useless crap from an overpriced gift shop to show the monetary value of your feelings rather than just saying 'Look, I fucking love the shit out of you and want you to stick with me for bloody ages you amazing girl/boy/cat/shrubbery', then I am judging you hard.
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