NY's a very sexy city

Rubbish. If a man is tired of London, he can always go to New York (ladies you're not excluded, this means you too).

Actually, it especially means you. In the space of a week in New York, I had more men approach me than anytime before in my life!

New Yorkers are known for being obnoxious, sullen and cold to visitors but don't let this put you off, because it simply isn't true. The immigration guard at JFK airport was charming. I even think he was flirting a little bit.

I'd never visited New York before, but every street looked familiar as I drove in a yellow cab towards my Manhattan hotel.

I'd seen them so many times in the movies, in posters, adverts and read about them in books that to actually be there in person was a little overwhelming.

It was genuinely exciting and I felt a spark of holiday magic as I looked up at all the glittering lights; the kind that you can't pay for on a rollercoaster.

I arrived at the Holiday Inn, 57th Street, between 9th and 10th Avenue, just around the corner from the theatre district and was greeted by a flurry of welcomes as I stepped through the door - "Hello! Wow, look at you, welcome to New York, which room are you in? That's an amazing room! I was just telling Shirley here about the bar I was in this afternoon, but that's a different story. You're just adorable, pull my moustache, that curl is natural and I never use wax! When you've unpacked come down to the bar and I'll buy you a drink."

This, by the way, was Joe the general manager, who took it upon himself to treat every new arrival like New York royalty. Talk about friendly. Can you imagine receiving the same reception at The Holiday Inn at the Pear Tree roundabout? I think not.

With so much to do, and so many things to see, it's tough to know where to start in a city like this. The Empire State? The Statue of Liberty?

Bah! I'd come to this city with a single aim in mind; to worship at the doorstep of She who represents single ladies, fashionistas, great girl friends, shoe obsessives, and all women everywhere who have had one or three relationship mishaps before: Miss Carrie Bradshaw. There is an easy way to follow in the footsteps of those fabulous New York women Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha and that is to take the three hour Sex and the City bus tour around Manhattan.

Along with 30 other women, a gay couple, and three defiant looking boyfriends, I piled into a bus outside the gorgeous and very glamourous Waldorf Astoria hotel next to Central Park.