I met a very good looking, intelligent guy who is nearly the same age as me (I've had enough of younger guys to last a life time), doesn't do drugs, keeps fit, drinks only on occasion, whilst walking my dogs in Peckham Rye Park last night. He had a lovely big mastiff type dog, and we got talking for so long about life, politics and stuff, that my daughter sent her boyfriend out to find out if I'd been dragged off and murdered or something. So forget the bars, borrow a dog and go for a walk in the park. I just wish I'd asked him for his number now!