I know what you're thinking. Forget these idiots. But I cannot let lie accusations that I am somehow joyless. The universe deserves the truth: that science and skepticism offer a magic and happiness more profound than any unicorn ever could.
The Olympics, apparently, has had the fortunate side effect of making us more human. But we didn't need fixing. We weren't devoid of compassion or community spirit; we were just looking for a way to show it.
I generally feel pretty perky about my status, even with 14 February almost upon us. I consider the lack of a partner a necessary cut in these difficult times. I mostly blame the mess I inherited from Labour.