In our pre-show meeting Ant offered me two topics for discussion…
‘Books or Clothes’
Now that is a conundrum for first thing on a Tuesday morning after a birthday "do", but it ended up being a fairly straightforward choice as immediate power of recall rendered much of literature somewhat submerged in my brain-soup.
So here we go with the ‘wardrobe secrets of Steve H’ and I can almost hear the strains of the Pet Shop Boys and the opening credits of The Clothes Show.
The diary whisks us to Washington, and I experience a citrus high, an equine first and a last-minute trouser dash all before the first curtain-up.
The French designer I couldn't remember came to me in the night. She is Agnes B.