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Saint Valentine’s Day can go and kiss my fat Mediterranean arse.

The UK has Jamie Oliver. The US has Martha Stewart. Australia had Peter Russell-Clarke. Australian television really needs more celebrity chefs like him.

[WARNING: Clip contains unsavoury language. Definitely NSFW! Enjoy!]

Broken Social Scene blasting out of your tinny sounding car stereo, me singing along in my head. You were driving me home and kept asking me so many questions. It felt like interrogation. I kept imagining it was someone else doing the questioning. We stopped at the servo because you had to buy petrol. You cursed at how expensive it was to run your car. I stupidly suggested that you should buy a motorbike. You smiled at me and my belly did somersaults.

We got back in the car and you let me put on my CD. You thought that my music sounded “emo”. I told you off for dissing Minus The Bear. You smiled at me again and then I went all quiet.  The journey back to mine felt like it was taking forever but then again, you live all the way out in Forever.

I couldn’t tell you how I was really feeling because guys like you have a habit of calling me names. Even when you’re in your mid thirties, you would probably take one look at me and then proceed to laugh your head off.

We reached my place after a lengthy period of me being silent and hating myself for always being quiet. You asked me if anything was wrong. I half smiled and was dying to get out of the car before I blurted out anything that I would’ve regretted.

You asked me if I was doing anything on Friday night. My heart hit the floor with a LOUD thud. I told you that I was busy. You said goodbye to me and kissed me on the cheek.

I’m kicking myself for missing another opportunity.

Back to the drawing board I go…

So there I was , wolfing down a random strawberry flavoured coffee concoction at one of the many Starbucks Coffee Emporiums in town when myself and a couple of my mates started discussing when we first jumped on the interweb. For me, it was back in 1996 when I commenced my Bachelor Of Arts degree at La Trobe Uni. Back then, Hotmail wasn’t owned by Microsoft, Geocities wasn’t a part of the Yahoo! universe and the whole Facebook/Myspace/Bebo social network sensation was unheard of.

Back then social networking was restricted to Internet Relay Chat and if you were one of the cool kids, you had an ICQ account (and this was before AOL jumped in and turned ICQ into a bloated pile of junk). MSN messenger was unheard of.

It’s funny how the interweb seems to be all about MSN, Facebook and Myspace these days (in terms of most popular social networking tools) My mates are hooked on MSN and Myspace. I suppose that is the norm for a couple of blokes in their early twenties, one of whom is visiting Australia for the first time. If it weren’t for the interweb (namely Myspace) I probably would’ve never met my Bulgarian friend. The interweb may be making the world a smaller place but if I had to choose between drinking a coffee in person with mates and drinking a coffee on cam while chatting to mates, I can tell you here and now, I’d rather be at Starbucks.