Another bloody Valentine's Day.

And that's just what it was for Captain James Cook on 14 February, 1779.

Cook, the great British explorer whose legacy of paving settlement of Australia and other scientific achievements, has done more for me than the feckless St Valentine ever has.

Wikipedia notes, "As Cook turned his back to help launch the boats, he was struck on the head by the villagers and then stabbed to death as he fell on his face in the surf."

Cookie, stabbed in the back on Valentine's Day.

I know exactly how he feels.

I wonder if they had to pay exorbitant prices in keeping with the Festival of the Overpriced Rose as they laid tributes on his grave?

So join me today in raising your spears with your pygmy friends and shouting yo ho ho and a bottle of rum to our illustrious Captain!


P.S. Can I just say that wearing UGG boots would have be the most unromantic footwear in the world and should not be allowed out in a public forum; puffy, scuffy, making legs look like they're layers of old bloated skin…ewwwww