That’s the whole point of fashion – you go through the disasters to find your own style. People who enjoy clothes have made untold howlers in the sartorial stakes. I look back at photographs – happily not digital, and happily nowhere near the internet – of myself aged 18, 19, 20 wearing late-Eighties clothes – massive shoulders, big drippy double-breasted one-button jackets. You’d laugh at them now. But that’s the great thing about fashion – it’s an ever-moving feast.