When leaving Osman I saw John Rocha lurking around the back of the tent smoking. Most designers I wouldn’t recognise, but blame it on the Debenham’s posters. Goodbye anonymity!
Due to the papal visit, there was no way for me to get to the Groucho for Cooperative Designs and get back in time for Rocha. So I sat tight. Aren’t pilgrims meant to walk? Get off the tube!
I prayed (oh the irony) that Rocha wouldn’t be a bust… nonetheless the security guards suffered a severe tongue lashing from myself and were in danger of meeting my fist…
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