To start off with, I found it hard to be so bold and brave and catcall unsuspecting men in the street.

I took a seat on a bench and waited for them to walk past me.

I saw a tall dark handsome chap and found the guts in me to yell at him that he was gorgeous. I had some chat up lines up my sleeve including some which I could find offensive myself such as asking him where he's from, and whether we could go there together.

This was obviously a ridiculous proposal to someone I'd spotted five seconds earlier but Luca from Italy seemed to like it.

However he confessed that any time a woman shouted out to him in the street like that he would think she wants money.

The braver I got the more willing I was to physically come up to men from behind as they were going about their business, or walk after them after shouting out to them.

Deep down I was quite uncomfortable bothering men in such an unannounced way, but they didn't seem to mind half as much.

In fact, they were quite happy to pause whatever they were doing and chat to me with a wide smile.

I yelled some bold compliments at a man with stubble who walked past me at the tube station and he turned around with a cheeky grin and yelled back a thank you. We had some back and forth banter including him telling me he was taken.

Many men in relationships enjoyed the novelty of being catcalled by a woman and engaged with me in a pleasant manner - but not in any way suggesting we should swap numbers or anything.

Jess from Australia said that it was such a nice and refreshing experience because people in London just don't talk to each other.