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Ten office outfits to die for!

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I like fashion, I like pictures and I especially like talking nonsense. In my fashion layout below I got to do all three. Ten kind, willing and obviously daft individuals from my place of work kindly offered their gorgeous glad rags for our delectation. Please check out the beautiful outfits below and feel free to wish you worked along side such hotties. Property Guru Carrie Wears Gucci Shoes paired with Primark Cardigan and H&M Dress, ring Models own. Indie Girl Fay teams Therapy dress from House of Frasier with All Saints Jacket (£250) and vintage boots. PA Superstar Sean-Paul mixes high-end and high-street. Jeans (Topman £35), Shirt (Primark £5), Cardigan (Primark £15), Shoes (Freddy Perry £35) Princess Sophie matches Topshop Print dress with oversize Jacket. Perfecting the look with Kurt Geiger Shoes. Omishola runs with the classic all-woman silhouette in purple pencil shirt and plunge pendant. Olive Dresses...

Fashion week and the Morning commute!

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It must be London fashion week, that's all I can think. Or maybe Vivienne Westwood is now a transmutable plague spreading through the London population faster than a Katie Price rebound. Packed onto my first train this morning I have a Tartan beard so fashion forward he makes Alexander McQueen's Armadillo look positively pre-historic. Decked out in scottish magic eye from head to toe he manages to look both 'sudoku-esque' and 'militantly patriotic'. I mentally vomit on him. My journey can cause no further retinal pain, surely. Spoke to soon, my lumbering carriage pulls into New Cross where I am shocked to spot another die hard trendy. The baggy 'knob-head' jumper combined with ubër skinny jeans makes me wretch, but not nearly as much as the Elvis-on-acid greasy do. This pretentious streak of dribble piss has some liquorice coloured Mr whippy spilling down his forehead. As far as chip-fat-chic goes it is fairly impressive but something about it...