Words of power, words of lurve...

Having come across a hard-hitting article in that bastion of journalistic probity, the Evening Standard recently, I recounted to a twenty-something colleague over lunch yesterday how there's a disproportionate ratio of single women to men in central London; something like 5:4. Finding a single straight guy was tough, according to the article, though I was somewhat cynical about how people were trying to find him.
Lo! that evening I behold my colleague in the clutches of another, pressed back against the wall of a bar in new-media-land. My acerbic observations wield unanticipated power...