VD: fat, naked, dangerous

I think back longingly to the time when this 'Valentine's Day' madness hadn't yet reached our European shores. When it was something odd you read about in Peanuts comic strips. That was back in the day when we thought sky scrapers meant 'progress' and you'd have to order baseball caps and linnen All-Stars from rich relatives who travelled on aeroplanes.

At least we've got (the-soon-to-be-married-but-probably-not-smug) Meg's VD cards now.