but then, there was a lot more to do with me personally than sunita.zzi knew where i was going in manchester. or they couldn't just happen to be there. i could never work that out. how did they know that i'd be at the station to pick up my boyfriend, who was coming in from london? i heard him leaving a message for her on her voicemail. - "are you going to meet me at the train station?" - bingo. put photographers on it, with some long lenses, i at both ends of the train journey. then and you've got photos, and bob's your uncle, . it's a page in the paper. she was targeted specifically because of her ethnicity- and because of her gender, - because she was regarded as being, you know, somebody who would appeal to both male and female readers, - who ticked an important box, in terms of the demographicl reach of the paper. and i was the tool that was used to steal her secrets, _ put them on the front page of the paper _ they'd chase down any boyfriend i was seeing at the time and, you know, i'm in my 30s, so i'm out there, trying to find the one, like every