This time last week, I was sitting in a hipster café in Södermalm, watching the sun set over the Baltic and listening to the Glenys and Heinrich playing pasta-based top trumps. Apparently bowtie trumps twirly-whirly every single time. Anyway, this time this week (as in now, although it may be later if you're not reading this now, of course - consult own wrist for time... having put on watch first, obviously), I'm sitting here with Gavin, helping him put the finishing touches to his online dating profile. I think the best bit is his favourite chat-up line: "Do you like raisins? No, well, how about a date?!" Smooth, Gavin, suh-moooooth!