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PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE: We feel like James Brown near the end of a big show, all drenched in sweat, near-lifeless from giving-giving- giving to an insatiable horde, which even now is stomping and howling, growing feral with greed for more data, more info, more dope.
And now we come to the part where we personify Man's Indomitable Spirit and struggle to our feet. Our faithful MC Danny Ray equivalent (a leggy correspondent working her way up the corporate ladder from some outlying suburb) drapes an ermine-trimmed cardinal cape over our shoulders, and we break into another column about things you can do for Valentine's Day, with even more fervor and flair and - it's impossible! - energy!See the full content of this document
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Tim Grobaty: Melodies for the Masses On V-Day
On our way to work, we chatted on our cell phone - look, we know there are laws, but we've got a paper to put out; and if this is an admission of guilt, then we're just kidding, we w...
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