Happy Hallmark Day

For the avoidance of doubt, I am not single, but still call today “Hallmark day” and despair of the basic concept of vomit-inducing cards, overpriced rose bouquets, and lamb cutlets and other foodstuffs arranged in a schmaltzy heart shape.

Morrisons seem to have taken vomit-inducing food to new depths with a “cupid seasoning” that they are slathering on their steaks today. What sort of marketing desperado signed that load of arse off? (Oh, one earning more money than me, probably. Bugger.)

More to the point, what’s in it? My money is on an anti-emetic.