Outlook: This can't be allowed to continue. It is time for regulators to get a handle on it

The invitation had arrived, we had made the journey up the M1, we even had a glass of champagne. But we still weren’t quite sure what we were doing there.

The "barbecue summer" might have been a washout, but at London Fashion Week yesterday British designers seemed set for a scorching spring/ summer 2010. That's judging by the bright colours, underwear as outerwear, minis and bare flesh on display.

Following his split from Heather Mills, Sir Paul McCartney accomplished that celebrity rare feat: coming out of a divorce smelling of roses.

Forgive me if I shed a tear, but a trip to Lutyens hurtles the ageing journalist down Memory Lane, to the days when one wrote stories on Adler portable typewriters that went ping!, and one hung out in El Vino's at lunchtime, chatting to someone from a rival newspaper about what the conclusion to your leader should be. Sir Terence Conran's new restaurant is imposingly housed in the old Reuters building designed by Sir Edward Lutyens in 1930, next door to the journalists' church of St Bride's. It's his third venture with Peter Prescott – they've already opened Boundary and the Albion Café in howlingly trendy Shoreditch – and, although this intersection of Fleet Street and Farringdon isn't a natural posing venue for the Pixie Geldof generation, you can be sure Conran knows what he's doing.

Umbrellas were the fashion accessory of choice at the world premiere of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in London this week.

Springtime: chicks are hatching, lambs are gambolling and the fashion set are shag-tastic. No, not in the way you may think. We're talking shaggy coats, darling – whether crinkly sheep, long-haired goat or full-on fur, it's set to be the cognoscenti's outerwear of choice.