Love, actually

As my own love life is busy being a tangled mess of unresolved issues, lack of communication and incompatible needs I'm busy trying to play a match-maker for others ("Those who can't, teach"...)

Can't say I've had much success in this field in the past, but I need something to distract me. Plus, the traditional Love Actually marathon in the run-up to Christmas along with all the mulled wine has managed to convince me that love, actually, is all around...

Match-making has time-honoured traditions in Judaism and it is considered to be a very holy enterprise indeed. There's even a saying that once you make 3 matches, you're guaranteed a place in the world to come. I have one down, so two more to go (though, while the first couple is happily married, they're neither Jewish or straight...)

So instead of moaning about my own love life I decided to focus on others. I tried to set the Chef who wants to shag me together with this girl I befriended in Tunisia- seeing how they both live in the same city in England. Turned out that sometimes it takes a bit more than  logistics to make it work. And that being born over 2 decades apart doesn't help...

Buoyed by drinks named after India's leprosy capital, I tried to set my brother up with an opera fan (you know what they say about the quiet ones...) we met on a night out at the Bollywood bar.  The jury is still out on that one but I'm loving the cocktail.  I'm telling you- had Mother Teresa tasted that one she would have abandoned the poor and those covered in boils in favour of dancing on tables. Topless.

Ah, love. Exciting and new. Come aboard- we're expecting you!