for wearing my absurd shoes to tonight's BBQ! If I start whinging that they hurt, feel free to ignore me. I have applied plasters so I should be ok, but you never know. I also apologise for being 7 feet tall - sometimes I wish I was short so I could wear heels without turning into the Empire State Building! Ah well. Clearly the perfect man for me will be at least 6ft 1 so he can be taller than me even when I'm wearing my 4-inch wedges. I shall leave the house now armed with a handbag full of gin (a genius plan) and some Tesco Finest sausages. Bring it on!