I would not describe myself as the greatest exponent of the art of dating and as such am not the sort of person that has a diary full of numbers and a regular schedule of dates.  This week however I find myself in the rather alien position of facing two dates on two consecutive evenings with two different ladies - one of whom I have never met!  This has occured because my comedian friends at college decided to enter me into the Uni blind dating (all in aid of charity) system without my knowledge and despite their assurances to the contrary I suspect there may have been some slightly fraudulent completion of certain areas of the dating form.

This leaves me with some interesting questions -  Should I go on the blind date?  Should I tell the person I have chosen to date about this blind date?  In what way should I inflict revenge on my friends?  Should I tell blind date that I did not choose to be there? 

I could not resist this.  Something monumetal happened in the life of my good friend Daisy for the first time the other day, something she had vowed would never take place.  For those of you that don't know Daisy is 25 years old has travelled round the world the world several times and is what many would consider to be an 'independent woman'.  What could this marvellous thing be? An engagement? No.  Winning the lottery? No.  Getting her dream job? No.  None of these things.

For the first time ever in a quarter of a century Daisy was forced to do her own washing!  How has she managed this?  Whilst at Uni Daisy used a laundrette where they did all the work for you - whilst travelling Daisy employed 3rd world unfortunates to shoulder her burden and most recently whilst living in London Daisy would merely save up her washing and make trips home to get it done!  However on her most recent trip home her mother refused to do Daisys washing and her vow of non-washing was broken.  Daisy - All good things come to an end - eventually!