Tack-tastic

The next show was that of Andrew Majtenyi in Canada House, Trafalgar Square. After panicking outside for a good 10 minutes due to the usual lateness of Ailsa, we headed past the burly Irish doorman and swooped up several glasses of champers. In hindsight I should have downed more, it may have given me beer goggles and made the clothes a little more palettable, because quite frankly they were gross.

Sat next to a over assuming, slimy prat who claimed to be from the Financial Times, I cringed as the show started to a soundtrack of Euro trash music straight out of the Eurovision. I felt like I was stuck in a weird Eastern European vortex. And then came the clothes. Oh dear. Shiny pleather patched dresses, sheer nylon blouses and tacky lace in dark green and turquoise. They looked like cheap Versace rip-offs. Or Austin Powers cast offs. Or Elephant and Castle market bargain bin goodies. Well, maybe the last comparisson was a little harsh, but you get the idea, they were bad.

But at least the goody bags provided some entertainment. Flowers in a can and a bikini line loofah were cosied up to some plastic pink pegs. Thankfully this goody bag provided the perfect obligatory joke birthday present for my friend Joe later that evening. All was not lost.