Completely and totally wrong...

Mel C - aka Sporty Spice - is single
and wants a man.

 She says "My idea of the perfect
night out would be to go down the
pub, have a few beers, go to a
football match - then back to the
pub for a few more beers."

 In that case, Mel C will be waiting
a long time to be swept off her feet.

 Because girls who behave like one
of the lads are always treated as
such.

 They like you, they admire you and
they regard you as one of their best
mates.

 But when it comes to falling head
over heels in lust, they'll go every
time for the ditsy, dolled-up
Babycham type whose only comment
on football is to giggle girlishly and
ask: "Tell me again, what does the
man in black do?"

I've just one word for this article. WRONG. Actually, I have three words. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. Some people just don't get it, do they. And that's a shame. But then, what do I know. After all, I'm just one of several lads who ARE head over heels in lust with Melanie. Oh no, that doesn't mean I know any better than Jane Moore, author of this meticulously researched article. Or does it...

Perhaps I don't exist. Perhaps this entire site is just a figment of your imagination. Truth is, no-one could possibly love Melanie, so Ms Moore must be right.

Let me see, what was that word again? Ah yes. WRONG! I'm quite certain I exist, thousands of visitors seem to think this site exists, and there are plenty of us out here in the real world who'd go all wobbly at the knees if Melanie so much as glanced in our direction, let alone actually decided we were worthy of a moment or three of her time.

So, where does that leave this article? How about somewhere en-route to the recycling plant, to be turned into something more useful to humanity. Toilet rolls perhaps...