At match we've had office romances among our staff and never found it compromised people's professionalism or ability to do their job. It had quite the opposite effect and we found that when relationships developed into long-term partnerships it resulted in happier and more relaxed employees.

"I'm not happy anymore," they finally say. You knew, but needed to hear it anyway. It's a test: go on. Do it. See if you can hurt me. They do and it stings. Still, you're an independent woman- you've taken bigger knocks than this.

Even though your unfortunate dumpee is always contactable, keep your head in the 1960s. Nobody wants to be in the supermarket or at a club when they receive the news that the chords of their parachute into lifelong companionship have been severed.

Studies also suggest that being physically attractive means you are found more funny. In other words, you could think you're being attracted to someone because they make you laugh, when in fact - it's the fact you fancy them - which is getting you to giggle.

For decades, British people were able to rely on a simple equation to take care of their romantic lives: proximity + alcohol + hope. The idea was ...

I slink over to the kitchen and scour the worktops for a tipple. I settle on a big bottle of Plymouth gin and glug as much as decency will allow into the nearest clean glass, before peeking around the kitchen, like a meerkat, on the search for tonic. I soon see a bottle, which is attached to the hand of God, or his nearest approximation on Earth.

In his faltering English, he tells me he wants to take me out for coffee. I've loads of work to do and look like I've been sleeping on the backseat of a bus for a week, but when I cast my mind back to the bubbles, I remembering liking what I saw. Let's see how he holds up without the taps digging into his back.

There are still some romantic buzzkills out there just waiting to spoil your fun, break your heart and drink all the milk in your fridge.

Breaking up is hard to do. I know; I've done it. Relationships can be a long, languorous drive around winding country roads. The break-up is the huge tractor or speeding idiot who appears from nowhere, slicing through your cosy hatchback of coupledom.

I hate St. Valentine's Day. I can't do romance on prescription. So, this year, as I do every year, I leave my three children with some relatives, book a night in a hotel in Dublin, with dinner for two thrown in, and take a deep breath. Fun? I don't think so.

As St Valentine turns up to warm the cockles of our hearts once again, thoughts invariably turn to warm fluffy bunnies, doves cooing in harmony, flowers, chocolates and lots and lots of love. Which is all well and good... just as long as marriage doesn't figure anywhere in this lot.

Employers should be encouraged to stay open-minded about office relationships, while making sure that workers know the 'dos and don'ts'.

Love is definitely in the air on Twitter, as those typically romantic fools come together to create poetry for the world. Yes, we've enjoyed everyt...

Flowers, cards, jewellery, chocolate, dinner, champagne, and perfume are perfectly nice. They're pretty and pleasant - a delightful way to say 'I love you' - but in romance of yore, they would have won you neither maiden nor squire.

Apparently every single one of us wakes up on 14 February with nothing on our minds but roses and hearts and kittens and chocolate and strangely inflammable looking lingerie. Well here's a handy Valentine's Day tip: 'if it's supposed to be romantic, it probably isn't'.