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    Guy noticed my expression.
    ‘Amy, please don’t be embarrassed, it’s just my job and to be honest you are not seriously overweight. This simply helps me to decide on the right training programme for you.’
    ‘Attishoo!’
    ‘Bless you.’
    At that moment I fell completely in lust with Mr Fit.
    A first session was arranged, and before Guy Jamieson had even got down the front path I was online ordering all the latest fitness gear on the market.

– Five –
    Taurus: Be assertive today. Is someone’s attitude getting to you? Some smart talking may be in order.
    My friend Harriet Brown, aka H, who had initially been very cautious about my agency exploits, was now completely into it. She said the whole thing reminded her of a soap opera and she couldn’t wait for the next episode. She was on constant mobile phone standby for any updates and also for any necessary SOS calls.
    Five years younger, blonde with steely blue eyes and a heart of gold, H is indeed a friend that I know I am very lucky to have. We met through work two years ago. To each other we were ‘PR Tart’ and ‘Event Slut’. We struck up an instant rapport, as she too has a passion for the finer things in life. Before she fell in love with Horace, her husband, she managed to pick the lesser specimens of male, just as I did. We have been to Dublin, Lanzarote and Barcelona together – in fact, we spent so much time together at one stage that people thought we were an item!
    Our fascination with the male penis however, put paid to any possibility of a lesbotic interlude.
    In fact, we used to play a game called ‘The Quest’, based purely on the male penis focusing on its length, girth and performance. (Mainly length and girth though!) It basically involved finding the perfect penis and, ultimately, the perfect man. Fun at the time but how wrong in essence!
    As soon as she met Horace, ‘The Quest’ was never mentioned again. Well, it’s probably a blessing not to know the dimension of your best friend’s husband’s penis. I think, myself, he’s got a small one or I’m sure she’d have whispered, ‘Quested’ to me on a drunken night out – even though the rule was to shout it across a crowded bar on meeting up if you had really found what you thought was the perfect one!
    I thought I had ‘Quested’ when I met James Crook. When in fact he was he who went on to cause me the most heartache in my whole life. We broke up about four years ago, which was initially devastating but now I know that I’m better on my own than being within a sniff of him.
    Nobody had ever before evoked such passion in me and on a similar level such anger within me, as James Crook. To prove it, my carpet regularly resembled that of a Greek restaurant after we tried to settle our disputes by chucking things at each other.
    Anyway, a month after we split up I was in complete and utter turmoil, torn between deciding was it my fault, his fault, the cat’s fault or was my Neptune just not rising over my Capricorn at the right time? Then, after an intensive bout of therapy I realised that it was he who was the complete bastard. He, who was never there when I needed him – not showing at two grandparents’ funerals, for one example.
    However, it was also he who turned up at my flat, naked, in his convertible and played ‘Hello’ by Lionel Ritchie at full blast so I would come down and he could say sorry for one of our many arguments. It was he who sent flowers not only to my office, but also to my flat and to my dad’s house just to make sure that wherever I was that day he could say sorry for something else.
    Finally, it was he who even more magnificently bought me a whole outfit from pants to pashmina that fitted and suited me perfectly. He used to have my sizes written inside his wallet so that wherever he was, he could just buy me something special that would fit me. It was like having my heart at the end of a yo-yo on a daily basis and in the end the string