THE man hunt is on for York's sexiest, most successful eligible bachelors.

Clearly the city is spoilt for choice. Meander through Micklegate any Saturday night and you're sure to find only the finest examples of Yorkshire maleness.

Hordes of hair-gelled, lager-drinking, football-loving, white shirt-wearing stallions are waiting there just dying to buy you a kebab.

Alternatively, if the whiff of Brut becomes too overpowering cross Ouse Bridge and head for York's classy wine bars. No doubt you will discover scores of single, Blue Nun-drinking middle managers who want to show you their new mobile phones.

If that fails there's always Imphal Barracks...

Updated: 10:43 Friday, November 23, 2001