Ah well, this is me struggling ever so hard to get into Afsheen’s stiletto boots – have no idea why I have to wear them for the editor. I think she’s a bit of a sadist!

Any way, did we catch the Brits Awards last week? I have to admit I’m still in shock from The Darkness winning ‘Best Rock Act’ last year and Muse losing, especially when you consider their live performances on the night. I have to say, I did find it mildly shite on several levels, though I enjoyed seeing Chris Evans back on our screens. I have missed that ginger tosser. Joss Stone put on a good performance, but had to put up with Robbie Williams groping her in front of millions.

So the Brits have come and gone, and I can’t list you all the winners. That’s how much of a profound effect award ceremonies have. Besides, I’ve got other things on my mind. I was hoping to get extract some advice off someone – anyone in fact. If you’d be so kind. Here’s my situation. A bunch of new people have joined the firm where I work and one individual in particular has taken a liking to me. Normally this wouldn’t bother me in the slightest, in fact I’d be a mild state of shock, but the truth is, I’ve never had a guy check me out before! Let me state for the record I am in no way prejudice, I have gay friends and I feel completely comfortable with them. I just feel extremely uncomfortable walking to get a drink and knowing that I’m going to have my arse ogled on the way there and back! I’m becoming increasingly conscious, knowing any time I get up I’m being watched.

There was also the worrying moment when we met in the gents. In my desperation, I did the manly and only acceptable thing – I locked myself in a cubicle until he’d gone! I guess there’s an element of karma to this situation, I now know how I’ve made women feel, when I cast an admiring glance (nothing more). So folks, put yourself in my position and let me know how do I deal with the situation? Answers, questions, comments, pearls of wisdom, all welcome at: ryan.lee@uk-fusion.com.