I want it! I want it! That's the words being yelled at t'interweb screens up and down the globe this week. What's all the fuss about? The poppeacock dress, that's what.
Modelled on a vintage look and costing less than an Essex vajazzle in any of the American style nail salons in generic home counties towns, staffed entirely by Filipino ladies, here on extended holiday, the dress looks like something your nan made your mum wear, if she wanted to make sure that your dad wouldn't get up to any monkey shines, as it gives even the most luscious of ladies the appearance of a frigid nun.
TV celeb's have worn it, rock chicks want it, even strumpets, slappers and tuppeny uprights are queuing round the block for the polyester frock, driven by the notion that owning one will make up for other areas in their life that they feel shit about by making them look like every other frigid nun in the newspapers today.
