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"Since then, there have been Donna Karan bodies with poppers that brought tears to my eyes; batwing Lurex sweaters that knocked over all and sundry; denim jumpsuits that resulted in one quite embarrassing incident on a long journey; sweater dresses that, as soon as you sat down, began to sag at the bottom; stonewashed jeans with rips at the buttock and knee, with black Wolford tights worn underneath; a brown Katharine Hamnett dress that kept riding up; green Calvin Klein shorts worn with a gold Katharine Hamnett waistcoat, prompting one boy at a disco to remark that I looked like a circus entertainer; various items from Joseph; lots of outfits from Dirk Bikkembergs that needed a jolly good iron; low-slung combat pants worn with Timberland boots; various hipster trouser suits from Helmut Lang which, although flattering, and which I still favour as my 'office uniform,' The Husband has just informed me mark me out most definitely as a lesbian." [Liz Jones's Diary]