Okay, so in the end I didn’t go speed-dating last night. I didn’t want to, so I didn’t.
Apparently the question most frequently asked by the women of the men was “What car do you drive?”. Such a horrifying level of materialist banality entirely vindicates my decision not to go, as well as making me feel slightly sick.
Terry Wogan’s breakfast show on the radio made me giggle so much I was actually snorting in the car this morning. Makes me smile just thinking about it again now, in fact.