Bemused over being made single again, went out and tackled the first good looking fella I saw. Unfortunately (for him) was bassist in covers band playing at local pub. Fortunately (for us), we landed stage right into jelly wrestling pit. Unfortunately (for him) it was during his big solo. Fortunately (for everyone) I ended a rather brave rendition of 'American Pie' the band had been playing for over 6 hours. Something about a world record competition. I don't know why he hasn't called.