In Thailand the silly season is never far away and things usually get even more daft around Valentine’s Day, which happens to be tomorrow. However, the festival has taken bit of a hit in recent years courtesy of Covid. With kissing, canoodling, caressing, cuddling, snogging and hugging generally frowned upon by authorities the occasion has inevitably lost a lot of its romance.
Something that should be enough to put you off any planned romantic encounters tomorrow is a poignant poem entitled First Kiss by Scotland’s worst-ever poet Walter McCorrisken. It evokes the true taste of love:
I kissed her shyly on the mouth
Tasted nectar from her lips
A taste between a chocolate flake
And my favourite French-fried chips
The poem rambles on, but after his tongue encounters the lady’s tonsils and a “forgotten tattie crisp” he faces a classic romantic dilemma: Did I love her…
