You might have thought big pants should have started and ended with Bridget Jones, but somehow high-waisted undies seem to be everywhere. And this isn't thermal underwear to combat the below-zero weather conditions; we are talking big knickers worn as outerwear, as a fashion statement, with nothing over them.
Oh, we do love to hate the Geldof sisters, don't we? Getting it in the neck this month is Pixie (that's the younger one, in case you're wondering, with the shorter hair and slightly less propensity for saying mind-bogglingly stupid things), whose fashion sense has offended a few corners of the style press already this year.
At this time of year, we can all find ourselves beleaguered by self-doubt, worry and other spiritual verrucas. So let me, Martha Arthur, apply the pumice stone of my famously tough advice. As the 'Dilemmas' columnist for The New Review, I receive the most touching postbag – confessions of trembling insecurity from 'Newsnight' anchormen, existential musings from top models, requests for advanced origami tips from ministers of state... So I am airing and sharing here a selection of my latest correspondence, in the interests of helping us all along the path to happiness, and nothing to do with clearing my credit-card bill. I hope these missives will cheer, encourage and titillate. I mean, enlighten. Love, Martha
It’s beloved by royals and the Chelsea set, but home store General Trading Company is under threat. So which other social stereotypes have a retail relationship they couldn’t live without?