In these past few weeks I have experienced one cat fight, two snogs and three slaps in the face! There's never a dull moment with those guys.

I think I should begin with an eventful Monday night at Zanzibar, where Jeremy and Mandy went out in search for some fresh new talent.

They had arranged to meet outside the club, where lo and behold they both spot a sexy specimen with number eight written on the back of his t-shirt.

'He's mine' said Mandy, to which Jeremy replied 'Not a chance, he must be gay, look at the way he's standing'. To prove Jeremy wrong, Mandy made him follow number eight around the club for 20 minutes, so by this time the poor boy thought he had not one but two stalkers.

Still none the wiser, Mandy went up to him, attempting to pinch his arse, but slipped and slapped him on the back and said 'Alright mate!' instead.

He looked suitably confused, but danced with her anyway (British men will go for anything with a pulse it seems). By this time Jeremy was getting more angry, so pushed Mandy out of the way and continued to dance to Tragedy in front of the bewildered number eight.

Before he could get to waving his arms in the air to the chorus, Jeremy was stopped in his tracks by a little minx attempting to pull his hair out - Mandy. Thinking they were performing some strange seduction dance, number eight made a run for it into the Cobanna club!

On this same night Ryan was up to his womanising ways as usual, and was having a high time of it until he came across a tiny little minx called Lucy.

Mandu and Jeremy both chase the mystery number eight.

She looks sweet and vulnerable he thought - just my type and asked her if she wanted a drink. She accepted dutifully and then went off with his best friend - because he can actually dance and knows what a toothbrush is.

Oh dear. Not disheartened by this, Ryan then went on to tell a six feet tall blonde bombshell, Kat 'Nice shoes, fancy a snog?' At which point she slapped him across the face three times just in case he didn't get the message. Will this boy ever learn?

Nikki decided to take Mandy out to Life the following night in order to take her mind of number eight, but he also decided to do the same, so they met again.

Despite desperately trying to hide behind one of the pillars, number eight spotted her and tapped her on the shoulder (far more appropriate than slapping her on the back, but she was drunk remember) and said 'Hey, do you remember me from last night?'

Mandy, now turning an attractive shade of purple, replied 'Yeah, sorry about the whole fighting thing, we just weren't sure which one of us you were after!' He looked shocked and said with a cheeky grin 'Well come with me on the dance floor and you'll find out!' So they danced merrily to 'Like a Virgin' (no comment) and are still together now, much to Jeremy's bemusement!

So, what can we conclude from this week's shenanigans? Possibly that you cannot judge by appearances or dance moves and that you should never on any circumstance go for the same man or woman for that matter.

What can I say, sexy partners come and go, but friends will always nick them off you - whoops I mean be there for you.