Dorian limped into my flat and, although he sported a grey, strappy moon-boot, he appeared the fabulous, famous fashionista, what with a scarlet silk shirt, lime linen trousers and a lime-green paisley velvet waistcoat. Sounds quite hideous, I realise, but he looked so zhuzh! Maybe one had to be there. Actually Dorian was a rather well known fashion designer and was becoming more in demand by the minute.