For my sins I'm presently designing a magazine aimed at Cheshire set people with more money than sense.
I'm just doing a page layout of essentials that young Tabatha and Tarquin will be requiring when they return to their esteemed educational establishments. A typical example:
"Shoes are by Christian Louboutin of course! Not quite the type of shoe you’d play footie in, but these numbers are sure to earn you some points in the playground. Finally the boys get a chance to wear Christian Louboutin footwear with these fabulous sneakers – they even have that covetable red sole!
Christian Louboutin for men, from £395"
I hate this ****ing job. It makes me want to kill people. French revolution style

