On to the continuation of my Nightlife Work Report, which I started last month. So much has happened since, that I have become somewhat distracted from my purpose. But I will mention Judys Too, that lovely intimate place on Maoming Lu, a very pleasant place to go for an evening and Mark is the perfect host. Things get a bit wild on weekends after midnight, however. I don't know how many times I have had to restrain gentlemen, usually continental in origin and wearing jeans that are just a trifle too tight, from grabbing me and trying to convince me to go for a walk in the darkened grounds of the Ruijin Hotel opposite. I mean, if I'm not interested, I wouldn't want to go. And if I was interested, why would I want to go for a walk in the park with them? These men have no idea of female psychology at all, honestly.

The PARK 97 restaurant in the Fuxing Park is just about ready for lift-off, my high-heeled spies inform me. My hard-working photographic assistant was sent down there to take a couple of photos so we can do before-and-after comparisons. He had the nerve to ask me for a raise the other day. I refused on principle, but offered to treat him to a Sprite in the Park 97 restaurant when it opens. I am told a huge party is planned for October 21 to launch the restaurant, which should be schnoozingly smashing!! Playboy-about-town Tony tells me the construction work is almost on schedule, and if we're lucky we'll have gas in the kitchen, and hot food on the tables!!!

The JC Mandarin Traders' Bar is doing better business these days thanks to the sterling efforts of the resident band, the Walking 5. One of my acquaintances said he thought they should be called the Walking Wounded instead, but I think that is just a gratuitous play on words that is entirely uncalled for and should be ignored.

Last week, The Walking 5 featured for one night only a special guest vocalist. I didn't manage to get there to give him moral support, but I sent my photographic assistant, who has become much more conscientious in the wake of the serious talking to I gave him a couple of weeks ago over a missed opportunity involving darling Nichole Garnaut and her new hair colour.

Now, the people at Shanghai-ed tell me they have received simply dozens of messages from men asking if they are the one May-May has been swooning over. Others have speculated that the singer pictured here could be The One. Well, I have to be frank. (it's good to be frank. I honestly think so. truly.). And so I can tell you that this is not The One. One key factor is style. You will note his suit looks well cut, but do you see the colour of his shirt? It's blue! There was a time a couple of years ago when this was the height of fashion. But not now, surely. I was in a restaurant a couple of weeks ago, and six out of the seven men there were wearing blue shirts. It is getting to the point where I view a white shirt on a man as a sign of creativity and individuality! The man for May-May is not a dedicated follower of fashion. He transcends fashion.

I received a message from one of my girlfriends the other day which I thought I would pass on to give you a further insight into my emotional situation. (In fact, I think her advice is so good that I have passed on a recommendation to the folks who run Shanghai-ed, telling them to take her on as a regular advisor for all our readers):

My Dear May-May, Get a grip! We are women, remember? We always have and always will control every situation. But don't tell HIM that. It is wonderful that you have your eye on a potential Mr. Wonderful, but remember, boys will be boys and must always be treated as such. Translation: it has got to be his idea. And you, of all people, are more clever than I at how to give a man his own ideas.Put him in harms way, sweetie. But remain the tiniest bit aloof. You know the drill. And remember: patience is a virtue, but everything in moderation, especially virtue! Good luck! Sincerely, Sister Daisy.

Just keep your hands off Mr Wonderful, or I'll scratch your eyeballs out!!!

Byeeeee!!!!