"Nothing says "I Love You" quite like saturated fat and slutty underwear." Be My Anti Valentine. Brilliant.

But - who to send it to?

Michael, taking advantage of his sobriety in the small hours of New Years Day morning on the way home from a party, suckered me into a resolution to have a "proper girlfriend" by the end of the year. ("Proper girlfriend" is defined one who has introduced you to her parents.) Bizarrely, he made the same resolution himself.

Still, I have 'till December to start looking, right?

Except that worse still, he's signed me up to some sort of speed dating event, the bastard. I'll get him for this, I swear it.

Via Adriana.