It's all about the Men

It's Monday again and for once, I'm not nursing a hang over at my desk. I had a relatively quiet weekend and it makes a nice change to be completely 'with it' at the start of the week.

There was a bit of drinking at the weekend - another member of staff left on Friday of last week (rats leaving a sinking ship?), and so I popped along and had a couple of cheeky ciders. But the rest of the weekend remained sober.

I met up with my number one Lady Friend Snow at the weekend and we went for a drive around the City. We often drive around Central London and yesterday we felt it was the right time to cruise around town with MJ Cole pumping and the sun shining. The music wasn't exactly pumping - Snow's sound system in her Vauxhall Corsa is on its last legs and we could barely hear the tunes over our own breathing - but the sun was definitely shining and the E1 area was full of arty and rockstar types mooching around the markets and vintage stores.

As is usually the case with our jaunts around town, we spent most of the day looking for sexy men and yesterday didn't disappoint. There were plenty of hunks wandering around, sadly most of them hand in hand with equally attractive girlfriends, but window shopping's not a crime.

On the subject of men, Snow has gone against her better judgment and she's signed herself up for a date with the teen hunk who messed her around in the Play Bar. She's decided that he was chiselled enough to ignore the fact that he's only 19.

I mean, good luck to her and everything, but when he replied to her text, he said that money was a bit tight as he's just paid his tuition fees.

Oh Snow, I just hope he doesn't cancel on you to do his homework.