Polly Spencer is fine. She's single, turning thirty and only managed to have sex twice last year (both times with a Swedish banker called Fred), but seriously, she's fine. Even if she's still stuck at Posh! magazine writing about royal babies and the chances of finding a plus one to her best friend's summer wedding are looking worringly slim. But it's a New Year, a new leaf and all that. Polly's determinded that over the next 365 days she'll remember to shave her legs, drink less wine and generally get her s*** together. Her latest piece is on the infamous Jasper , Marquess of Milton, undoubtedly neither a plus one nor 'the one'. She's heard the stories, there's no way she'll succumb to his charms...