Not sure I’ll quite go as far as heels, I’m too out of practice, but this post has made me fancy a razzle, dazzle dress-up night in town.
Oh, the joy of falling arse over tit at a policeman’s feet at 2am on Frith Street, an espresso at Bar Italia and catching the night bus barefoot, wondering where your left stiletto got to.
Sadly, all my London friends and family are too cool for school or dress like they wandered in from Norfolk, in search of a lost spaniel, and I’d look desperately mismatched.