in a society obsessed with youth and freshness, beauty and perfection, vitality and skin as tight as a babies buttocks, i am going to make a bold statement. bring it on. the ageing process. when i grow up, i want to look like pat butcher. she is my age-spiration. i might take a little less of the neon-orange glow and the creased face, but the style on this woman? earrings you could shake a stick at, luminous pink coats with matching pink lips, tropicana blouses, iridescent blue eyeshadow up to the browline and the requisite fag dangling out of the corner of her mouth. a warm, matronly bosom and a penchant for running gambling operations under the proverbial, whisky-stained table – she is legend. a fashion legend and an age-spiration.
