I thought it was all Genius X Buffy de la Fluffy Muffy marrying Baron Von Wank and laughing at the proles all night long. So I feel slightly angry too. I turn to that manifesto for malevolent pencil-women: Vogue. Vogue doesn't really seem to have any advice either, except to buy everything you can lift with your spindly arms. This month they are pushing tartan, denim and romper suits, but there is absolutely no point in browsing for designer clothes. They don't make them in my size.