Update

Its not easy this reading in between malark - I find that when I do eventually leave work I have to switch off on the tube. I would rather read the trashy London Lite than a good book...but i've ploughed through so far...I've almost got halfway through and hope to be finished by next week. Then I go on to something non Stephanie Meyer.
I have had an eventful week so far - working on a Pilot show for the BBC which went well despite not wrapping till 11pm. I was then accosted by the asian taxi driver:

Taxi Man: ''Long day ?''

Me: ''Yeah - ''

Taxi Man: ''Don't talk to me about it - i've had a long day too''

(me in my head: then why the hell did you ask me?)

Me: ha...yeah...(at this point I try to ignore speaking to him...i shut my eyes...yes...that usually signals to people to leave it alone)

Taxi Man: ''now you go home...have a bath...and get your boyfriend to massage you...''

I ignore him.

Taxi Man gives me 10 minutes of silent bliss.

Taxi Man: ''So you going to go get a massage from your boyfriend innit."

Me: ''No...I dont have a boyfriend. Im going home thanks.''

Taxi Man: ''No Boyfriend? how can this be? how old are you?''

Me: ''Erm, 23..."

Taxi Man: ''You should have a boyfriend you are very attractive, I just split up with my girlfriend - 3 years together''

Me: ''Aw shame...'' (I avert my attention to the bright lights of london town...)

Taxi Man turns on the Car TV - Film 2009 is on. I watch...

Taxi Man: ''You like films?''

Me: ''Yes...love them.''

Taxi Man : ''So let me take your number we can go out for a drink yes?''

Me: ''Erm..."

Taxi Man: ''do we turn left here or right?''

Me: ''Its a right at the second traffic lights please- thanks''

Taxi Man: ''You havent given me an answer.''

Me: ''What? err..."

Taxi Man: ''Give me your number and I call you - we go out for drinks...''

Me: ''Err..i'm not really ...oh right here please, just pull up anywh-"

Taxi Man: ''You havent give me an answer...can i take your number?''

Me: ''I dont know...thanks for the journey...''

Taxi Man: ''Give me your number and I can take you out some time?''

Me: ''Thanks bye...take care now...ha ...ha...*help*"

That same day I was given the number of the Costa coffee worker - Giofranco Lillio. A 6 foot something Italian (not quiet stallion...more handsome-ish horse)
Over the counter he slips me his number on the back of a reciept - and asks me to call him so we can ''get to know eachother better'' ...I had Peter Capaldi and Phil Cornwell in the queue behind me...they didnt look impressed...and I was embarressed...needless to say I still have Franco's number in my leather jacket...