At London Fashion Week – and, I’m sure, at every other location in the world where it’s somehow OK to legitimise the vacuous pastime of staring at expensive clothes for five days straight – everyone is more important than everyone else. Oh, you’re a multi-billionaire Sheikh with your name carved into the desert? Well, I’ve got a street-style blog with 700 unique views a month; get back in line and don’t think about even breathing near me again, you horribly-dressed rodent of a human being.