With her gift of sniffing out only the crème-de-la-crème of male specimens, she boasts of her greatest find yet in the form of Michael Hulme. When she found him shaking his ass for pennies on a cyberistic street corner, he was a mere boy, but with tough love and some bribery of soft porn, he has blossomed into one hell of a man ho.

Her musical tastes cover everything from classical artist Josh Groban, to Idlewild and Travis. Due to the nature of her job she is subjected to endless repeats of Busted and the Cheeky Girls at school discos so she needs to be led towards the light of good taste regularly.