Dating! There's a wee word that will either set your heart a flutter or have you running for the hills in a blind panic.

Everybody does it, everybody talks about it, but no one has a bloody clue how to manoeuvre it.

I became a big single fish again last year after being in a long term relationship for years. I've got a lot of pals who are also in the same situation. There's the crowd of us who are married, with babies, living together, then there's us lot who are still at the front line of dating. There was a channel 4 documentary on last week about the secret world of Tinder. Now, when I was single before, Tinder didn't exist. Online dating was still fairly taboo or seen as sad - no way can you do that, he/she might be a serial killer.

As it stands, there are currently 3,197 dating apps out there. The world and their dug is on some form of app. Quite literally if you'd seen the programme (it followed a man who liked to act as a dog for kicks. No joke).

Now, my married pals or the ones with a bidie in all marvel at it. "That's amazing, look at all of your options," All fine and well in theory, but forgive me for ripping into the Glasgow singletons, but I am. It is a minefield.

Essentially, you are blind dating, you go on a couple of photos and a bit of text messaging. There's that awful moment when you go to meet your chosen six foot hunk for a coffee and up rocks the mayor of munchkin land. Glasgow boys aren't generally blessed in the height department, but come on! You're going to get found out. Shoe lifts can only get you so far and platforms died off with the Spice Girls. There's the nervous wreck who won't stop talking or even worse; the one who won't talk at all. My pal has just been on a date with a pure ned who necked a shot of tequila with every drink, which resulted in him starting a fight with the bouncers on the door. Taxi!

I've had some whallopers in my time too. One guy I was supposed to be meeting ducked behind a car after seeing me outside the club we were in. I marched over to ask why he'd done such a thing and his answer was, "I was tying my shoe laces". He was wearing loafers. I also had the complete gentleman who when I asked if I should come over to see him on my way up the road replied with the now immortal line "the answer in short would be no." Concise, eh?

Tinder and dating apps aren't all bad, I do know of some success stories. The lovely thing about them too is that you meet people that you wouldn't ordinarily cross paths with in day to day life. Call me old fashioned, but whatever happened to the good old days of "my pal fancies you" or "do you want to nip me a wan nighter?" It's all gone a bit mechanical for my liking. To the lovely, sane boys of Glasgow: please just ask if you can buy me a drink, eh? I'll buy you one back, I promise. I'm dead modern like that.

River City wrapped filming for the summer last week and we seriously let our hair down. Cast and crew always have a ball at the wrap party after three long months of intense filming to keep you all entertained on a Tuesday night. I tried to recreate Ellen's Oscar night selfie and got some of my chums involved. Committee Room No 9 doesn't quite have the same lighting rig as the Kodak Theatre in Hollywood, but we had a ball. Happy summer everyone, enjoy your well deserved break.

Good luck to my beautiful and talented friend, Louise McCarthy who is opening her show "Yer Granny" with the National Theatre of Scotland tonight. It's based on "La Nona" by Roberto Cossa in a new version by the brilliant Douglas Maxwell. Gregor Fisher is in the title role and is joined by Barbara Rafferty, Maureen Beattie and a whole host of well kent scottish faces. I hope it's a roaring success and I'll be there to cheer you all on.

Book tickets via www.nationaltheatrescotland.com

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