Just to de-rail for a sec although it's sort of relevant
I'm getting She Who Must Be Ignored a G-Shock for Valentines Day rather than hideously overpriced soon to wither dead vegetables. Or roses as they're otherwise known.

Does that make me an un-romantic throwback whose idea of foreplay is "brace yourself" or a thoroughly modern chap who listens to the trout's watch desires?

Mind you, she did buy me a cuddly Lion King jobbie many years ago (for what reason I have no idea, maybe she was shoplifting the PMT away) and luckily never enquired exactly what fate had arranged for the cuddly tat.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 17:18, Reply)