Sam Hall (AKA Goldierocks) is our kind of girl.
When we meet her in the bar of The Soho Hotel, she’s got a coffee and a gin and tonic on the way, and is grinning up from under her shaggy blonde mane.
As well as being gorgeous, refreshingly friendly and happy to blend her stimulants and depressants, she also has the coolest job in the world.
She spends her summers DJing to the hordes that scramble to Creamfields, Secret Garden Party, Glastonbury and Leeds Fest.
Her radio show, 'The Selector,' goes out to four million devoted listeners in 39 countries, and she's hosted private gigs for Madonna, Giorgio Armani, Richard Branson and Jade Jagger.
Not to mention she's recorded podcasts from a Syrian refugee camp.
The woman's got balls.
Sadly for us, she's flying out to Switzerland and then South Africa for a load of concerts today. But she'll be back at home in North London before too long, which gives you the perfect chance to bump into and have a crack at impressing her.
(N.B. If you succeed, take her to Les Tris Garcon in Shoreditch. It's her favourite.)
I couldn't go out with someone that hates dance music – I spend most of my life raving around the world.
But going out with another DJ would be really hectic. It's good to get a new perspective on life rather than just your own.
My ideal man is someone who’s a bit rough around the edges, but wearing a beautiful suit. It makes me melt.
I'm not into the whole super tight v neck t-shirt with your chest popping out. Even if you’ve got a good body, you can see that in a normal t-shirt.
I don't go for blondes. I think its because I am and I've always been – I like dark haired men. The darker and the hairier the better.
I cant stand male waxing. If a man doesn't have chest hair, I feel like they’re too young for me.
My ideal first date would be something like a festival – a real adventure. Seeing weird and wonderful things together breaks down all barriers.
The worst quality a man can have is closed mindedness. Only seeing your own perspective on the world.
I think a good reference point for boys are fifties Italian movies. A bit scruffy with a white t-shirt and plain jeans – sexy and effortless.
A man should never take me to Nandos. I was offered one of those black cards and I’m like: I don’t want one!
If a man ordered his steak well cooked, I’d hit him round the head with it.
Shoes? My last boyfriend was an Australian pro-wake boarder and he lived in bare feet and flip flops. If you’ve got nice feet, you can do that. But in this country, I like classic English footwear: beautiful brogues and polished shoes. If a man turned up to a date in running trainers, it would be over.
I think a British guy’s sell is his quirkiness and his charm – it’s very alluring. Aussie guys just say it how it is, but in a sweet way. American guys can be a bit boring.
It’s fine for a total stranger to approach me. Especially if I’m travelling on my own, I like to have conversations with people. So long as you’re not super leary, it's cool.
If a man comes up to me and goes: ‘You’re really sexy’ or something, it's predatory. If someone comes up and has a drink with you and then is like, ‘You’re really attractive,’ then that’s flattering.
A man should never order me a super-girly super flowery drink. I want something proper.
And that goes for him as well – if you order a Mai Tai, it ain’t happening.