There’s a certain laziness that pervades when something is a hobby and not a jobby. Sure you’d like to write acerbic, witty commentary of a Thursday, maybe a couple of gig reviews peppered throughout your week, dash off a Photoshop of something and a funny cat on a Saturday morning. But then there’s arse grooves in the couch; long, luxurious bouts of cheese eating and your addiction to SingStar to think about. And you just can’t do everything. You’re only one person. And you’re trying God damn it you’re trying.
Here at Culch Towers, every now and then we fight off the blanket of lethargy and do a wee group project to bring us all together under a blanket of lechery. And what better theme to get handsey to but Valentine’s?*
We’ve been just delira with the response to our foray into personal storytelling and we’ll try to get into more personal thoughts and opinions more often – while always keeping it pop cultural.
Thanks for hanging out with us this past week as Lisa discussed gaming for singletons, nobody was brave enough to admit to being the author of the tale of valentine’s virginity, Darren got his romantic movie moments on, Andy advised on how to be single on valentine’s day, White Rabbit talked secret admirers, Tony told us about being a lucky man, Jenny gave us a smushy romantic tale to warm our hearts and Eoin ruminated on the meaning of love.
As the festival of rideyness, hugginess and togetherness comes to an end and celebration of love retracts into its low-key, everyday style may we just say that we think you’re a bit ridey every day, and we love you very much for coming to visit.
*We don’t really get handsey. We respeckit each otha. Kinda.
