I recieved this lovely email on Facebook this morning: Yahya Isham Dear I go by the name Isham. i am 6 feet tall,easy going,sexy,lovely and caring lady. I was melt down by your profile and wish we are friends as soon as possible to see what happens next Naturally, I thought "carpe diem" and all that, so I got stuck right in there: Hello Yahya, what a lovely message to receive on a cold Friday morning. Wow, 6ft tall? I'm only 5ft 7, you can be my Snow White and I'll be your dwarf. Perhaps I could buy you a ticket for the super reds away game at Burnley next month? I've been longing to find a soul mate, and despite the away end at Turf Moor having wooden seats, I feel our love could go beyond the comfort of a shitty stadium in Lancashire. You Reds. We'll see you at Turf Moor next month
