My mate, Marmite

This post is aimed at my good friend Shocking Fish, the dry wit and mastermind behind such wonderful conversations as "Does my bum look big in this silver lame tube dress?" and "What time do you want me at P.Diddy's?"

I love this guy.

He is handsome *swoon* (you will have to take my word for this ladies, as he has yet to post any pictures of himself on his page, but he is six foot tall, solid - has sparkly eyes, wondrous skin and a smile that makes Tickle Me Elmo look positively mardy) - he is funny (funny ha ha, only slightly funny peculiar), is a wonderful shopping partner ("It costs £40 for 1? Buy two, go on you deserve it love, you're fabulous!"), is an excellent date (social, friendly and won't try for a drunken fumble - a wonderful stand-in to the boyfriend, who doesn't always want to go to these 'events') but most of all I love the fact that we have fun whatever we do.

Here's to you Shocking Fish* - Prince amoung Men *Chink* (that's me chinking my glass in his honour)

*NB: Shocking Fish is available for weddings, funerals, and bar mitzvahs - please call Wondy Enterprises for more information - prices, most competitive in town, very discreet...