An eagerness to study last night turned into a show of utter contempt for the idea today. Although I did read one of the Financial Reporting Standards (all about cash flow), I couldn't really say I "studied". I did, however, attend my only lecture of the day, and take some decent notes - something I have never been great at.

I saw a new kilt design in the newspaper today. It has a saltire emblazoned across the back of it, and looks extremely smart. Yet it's expensive, as with most kilts - £340. Maybe I'll wear it to my wedding.

So, with St Valentine's Day fast approaching, it looks like Jacques will be without a date for the 20th year in succession. I'm ecstatic - it means I can go home, order some good food (or, alternatively, a Chinese. All foreign food really is disgusting, and should really only be consumed when heavily under the influence of alcohol), and watch "Have I Got News For You?" whilst happily getting depressed.

I've often wondered what it would be like entertaining a young lady for Valentine's. When I was younger, more foolish, less cynical and more ambitious, I envisaged it being a great evening. I'd meet her, and we'd walk hand in hand to wherever we were going. I think it was dinner at an Italian restaurant (Italian food isn't foreign, don't be silly), then a cinema - these were the days before public houses even existed in my world. Now, I realise how foolish I've been, and drink tea whilst watching Judge Judy instead.