While we’re on the subject of going out, here’s a great little place in east London. I came here with a few international girlfriends last week to eat dinner, drink Blueberry Mojitos and discuss life. It made me think about how much I love interesting women. By interesting I don’t mean mysterious, hyperactive, weird or aloof – I sometimes think that these qualities disguise the fact that someone isn’t particularly interesting. I mean people with a strong sense of themselves, who grow and develop like characters in a good book. Women who can be both kind and supportive, yet at the same time challenge my way of seeing the world. They’re priceless and always I try to keep people like that in my world, because with them you will never be lost for long