Attractive as my laptop camera is, it makes me look quite the sight for sore eyes. I’m currently waiting for the Corrie Nielson show, whilst doing a few pieces of writing for BagServant.co.uk in the BFC Press Lounge. I’m feeling awkwardly jiddery, not least because I’ve only had coffee and a Kit Kat so far, and am on some horrific high, but because I’m feeling a bit all over the place. The fur collar of my coat has made me a slight sweaty wreck, and my blouse has popped open at least three times revealing a rather grannyish nude bra.
Oh London Fashion Week, how you ring out an interesting side to me.