let go!

my friend Joy and i were most put out by the number of smug islington hand holders one has the misfortune of running into on upper st on a saturday afternoon.... it's not very byronic is it (as Joy herself would say)?? infantile and needy, rather. romance of the clinton card variety. these puerile pairs are so unaware of anyone else, god forbid they might have to, gasp, shit, LET GO FOR A SECOND as you have the nerve to share pavement space outside papa johns for a fleeting moment. if that's enough to make you feel a little nauseous well spare a thought for poor little Jen who had to witness some sap feeding his girlfriend baked beans in a highbury barn caff one weekend morning. i would be marginally less offended if i was to witness a man fucking a labrador next to the ottolenghi meringues.
let us clarify one thing though.... when a handsome man holds my hand and feeds me tinned goods, well that's just adorable.