Knickers

I want to talk about knickers.They get little air space in Vogue or in fact anywhere outside of Knicker weekly or Readers Knicker-both clearly don't exist unless you subscribe to some dodgy ciber portal, but we wont be going there so lets keep it above the sheets... I love the fact that Stella McCartney calls her frillies after an occasion or event-Lets say "Big day out" or "Down at your aunties" or whatever has the designers in raptures...But I am here to talk about the new phenomenon, nay obsession du monde, which is that of the frilly knicker. Everywhere you look there are frills and more frills ..don't try and get a pair of uncle sensibles that appear invisible under your trousers right now...nooooooooooo... not a pair to be had ! Waltzing through Primark the other day I was shocked to crumpet by the multiple tables and units stacked high simply with frilly nicknax...... thousands of the beasts.........every shade imaginable including Neapolitan ice cream( beach) and sorbets ( evening at beach) and dayglo( club near beach). And at £2 a pair, well, fill that trolley babes. Have I mentioned that they are ever so scratchy looking and in the wrong like they would make your arse look like a 60s bathing cap.