Leather trousers and cuban heels are all well and good if you're an icon of rock and roll, but for those of us with more quotidian concerns, clothing needs to be practical, durable and - above all - stylish.
My days of drooling over a whippet thin Bobby Gillespie are long gone – thank God. I've lost count of the nights I spent dodging hypothermia, sleeping in my best friend's 2CV in various carparks across the north, insulated by all the cheap cider I consumed watching the Cuban-heeled space cadet clapping his way through the Screamadelica tour. Back then, all a bloke needed to attract my attention was a floppy fringe, some grimy looking white jeans and a black leather jacket – which made sense when I was busy being a stroppy, cigarette-smoking part of the zero-responsibilities indie rockchick shoegaze tribe. Now, I look for practicality in a partner. The last thing you want when you need help changing the fan belt or fitting a new Chubb lock is some plonker with a pair of maracas. Don't get me wrong, I'm a modern woman who can manage both tasks solo, but occasionally prefers the help of someone with more facial hair than me.