I once had a friend who was so depressed and lonely on Valentine's Day he decided it would be possible to cheer himself up by taking the train to Darlington for the day.

Which, hopefully, is a note of encouragement for those Orgahs not expecting Valentines tomorrow. Just keep reminding yourself, "it could be worse. I could be in Darlington."

For the record, tomorrow I will be one half of one of those irritatingly smug happy couples. The plan is to go see a soppy rom com in the afternoon, followed by a fancy dinner. My smugness is somewhat tempered, however, by the facts that:

1) It will cost me an arm and a leg.

2) It will mean missing the rugby.