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True, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of my darkness will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. Part-time heavy-metal Guardian sub-editor (male, pale, drinks light ale).

"August 14th. Saw Alan Bennett riding his bike. Briefly made eye-contact. Wondered if I'd get a mention in the Alan Bennett 2002 diary." Peripheral bloke (47). Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

I've divorced better men than you. And worn more expensive shoes than these. So don't think placing this ad is the biggest come-down I've ever had to make. Sensitive F, 34.

Call for papers: "London Review of Books personal ads: an exaggeration or a rejection of the dominant cultural norm?" Send proposal to gay, anorexic, flamenco-dancing M, 36, baby-blue eyes, blond hair, and pesto recipes to die for.

When you do that voodoo that you do so well, I invoke 16th century witchcraft laws and have you burned at the stake. No shenanigans with Quaker M, 39.

Too much sex, not enough Vitamin B12. Vegan love-god on the brink of mental and physical collapse (M, 26) seeks pallid, calcium-deficient F for nights of apathy, depression and headaches while touring the moral high ground.

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