Ghosts of Valentine’s past
Frank Zammit shares some of his favourite red-letter-day capers with Ramona Depares.
Radio host and television personality Frank Zammit is best known for his zany sense of humour and his daredevil antics. Some may say that this is hardly the best concoction for romance, but life is full of surprises. The mission for this interview – proving that romance can be found even in the unlikeliest of sources.
Would you describe yourself as a romantic?
I can be any one of the two extremes. I must say I have done some pretty romantic stuff over the years, although admittedly, it’s been a while since I did anything fancy.
Do you remember giving your first Valentine’s Day card? How did the whole thing go and how did you plan it?
I must have been around 13 or 14 years old and I remember it being very much a formal exchange of cards and key chains between me and the girl I used to hold hands with once a week. I also remember she had not actually written her name down on the card and I was not sure whether I should feel offended about this. This was also the first romantic card I received.
Your funniest Valentine’s ever?
I remember once I decided to fill up this girl’s bedroom with heart-shaped balloons. So it was all carefully planned out and I had also roped her mother in to help me carry out the whole plan by smuggling me into the house while she was out. I bought roses, petals, candles, soft toys... the works. What I failed to think of was a balloon pump to do all the hard work. I ended up hyper-ventilating by the end of it.
And the worst?
I don’t think there was any particular year when disaster seriously struck, but as I got busier over time, my celebrations got less and less adventurous. What I do remember though is that once, as a Christmas gift, I had received a dog-shaped soft toy. Fine, it was cute, but you know how it is with guys getting soft toys!
Anyway, I lied and told this girl I loved it, but secretly started counting down to Valentine’s Day in the hope that I would get a better present then. Well, what I did get was another soft toy that looked exactly the same but was a different colour. This time round, I asked her why she was getting me all these soft toys. Her reply – since I had loved my Christmas present so much she figured she’d get me the next one in the collection. Needless to say, a very diplomatic explanation from my end was long overdue.
Any plans this year?
No plans yet... If anyone is interested feel free to contact the writer of this article for my contact details. Oh, and no doggie soft toys please...
“I must have been around 13 and I remember it being a formal exchange of cards and key chains between me and the girl I used to hold hands with once a week”