And the Hag ain’t going anywhere near that Kate Moss clobber. Tsk.
‘Did you go down to Top Shop to grab some Kate Moss stuff?’ asked every single fucker I encountered yesterday. No I sodding well didn’t and here’s why:
1) I don’t do queues – and I certainly don’t do scenes resembling bread shortages during the Russian Revolution.
2) I don’t wish to look like Kate Moss – perfectly pretty girl, but clothes that say squatter who woke up with roadie and reeks of BO ain’t ma ting.
3) Surely the point of buying Top Shop is that no-one knows it’s Top Shop – who on earth wants some foetus in footless tights running up to you on a Saturday night saying, ‘Oh, she’s wearing that Kate Moss top it’s 29.99.’
I’ll leave the high street hysteria to Peaches Geldof and her ilk, thank you…