The Vivienne Westwood exhibition in Sheffield was fab.

I am seriously coveting a tweed dress and cardy from 1986, a red wool suit and, oh a pinstripe suit, a navy coat from 1996 and a corset top and... well, let's just say I how have major frock envy.

The guinness in the Dog and Partridge was top-notch, as usual, and I had yummy tapas in this place called Cubana a few doors down.

Tomorrow I'm thinking of going to see the Paul Klee stuff on show at the Whitworth Gallery now I'm back in Manchester.

Because it'll fill some time on Sunday and I am utterly, utterly bored. Sigh...