At the Bank of Scotland Burns Supper, they sat me in a table with not one, not two, not three but SIX hunky, eligible New York hotshot bachelors, most considerate of them.

This is another Before picture. In order not to show you SP Followers the After pictures and wreck the poor laddies promising carreers, I made them each promise to give up some of their airmiles in order to send me far away so as to take my mind off posting incriminating photos of them, so I am off on holiday soon to escape the below freezing nasty weather here, hurrah.