Crash! Bang! Wallop!

It was all going so well. I nabbed a front row seat at Meadham Kirchhoff (no ticket but ran in looking harrassed, folder in hand, just as the show was starting – always works a treat) and alternated between ogling the models’ jewelled Manolos and Kate Lanphear’s gold Dior boots. Show finished, we started traipsing out and then…Crash! What was that noise? Only a V V VIP high up at the British Fashion Council, toppling theatrically from her vertiginous heels in full view of everyone. OMG, we didn’t know where to look! What does one do? Ignore it to protect her dignity? Laugh? Help her up? Seems like the trend for taking a tumble is already picking up speed and filtering down to the masses. Who will be next?