Do you hear that? Yes, that wince-inducing rasping sound coming from your chest cavity? That, people, is the sound of the dating industry scraping the barrel for a new way to have us all ensnared in Cupid's trap by teatime. As if the ravages of speed dates, blind dates… read more…

We're being reflective here at Glitterditch HQ. Here's our 2007 in pictures: Getting drunk at the Rockabaret masked ball. Without masks for some reason. This was our first Rockabaret party at The Cobden Club and now we keep going back! For the acrobats falling from the ceiling if nothing else.… read more…