It's that time again ladies. Valentine's Day is upon us once more, and we all know how sodding irritating it is when you are flying solo.

The best way to cope with the bombardment from the media is to erase those feelings of loneliness and inadequacy (which is a cruel but true side-effect from this time of year) by spoiling yourself rotten. This is precisely what I am going to do this week, and I suggest you do too.

Every day and night I am going to do something nice for me. Just me. Because you know what? I love ME. From manicures and having my hair done I am going to have cocktails in the delicious bar at St Martin's Lane hotel, slap-up suppers at the Rivington Bar & Grill and Shoreditch House, and get myself in prime rave shape by hitting the gym every morning for up-coming parties such as Mulletover's Anti-Valentines Day special on the 23rd.

I'm also going to treat myself to the most lavish Stella McCartney floral dress my Visa card can stretch to. It's time to re-address the meaning of Valentines Day. Make it your day. Because let's face it - it's just way more fun.