I tried on a cardigan at lunchtime. It was a nice one, in Banana Republic (reduced), and yeah, it was green and I probably own too much green stuff. But still.

I am still unconvinced by cardigans.

Possibly you have to be very young, or very old. Possibly you need to be very skinny, with directional hair. My hair is multidirectional, especially at the moment when it's a bit Jewfro. But I did not look like a cutting-edge follower of fashion. I did not look stylish. I didn't even look comfortable. I looked like a dork.

I mentioned this to the girl supervising the fitting rooms. 'I think you need to wear skinny jeans,' she said. 'You know, the cigarette-leg ones.'
(Who decided there was a style called cigarette leg?)
Seeing as I have some muscles in my legs, I can't wear skinny jeans.

So. No cardigan, then. It's probably best for everyone.

In other news, my editor appears to have been interviewing a Rupert Penry-Jones lookalike. Mate, if you're not a student, don't wear a university scarf.