I get an E-Mail informing me that Sherlock Holmes's mantel is now available to buy. It's the one Benedict Cumberbatch modelled to excellent effect in the BBC series Sherlock; it's Von Belstaff, it's called Milford and it costs £1,350, which is a hell of a lot of money. But then, it's a hell of a coat. Sharp, yet swishy. Dramatic. Dandy/manly. I really Liebe that coat. I'd buy one for all my lovers, if I could afford to.

Admittedly, I could be somewhat influenced Von the fact that I fancy the – well, the mantel – off of Benedict Cumberbatch. My crush on him is vast, unlikely, and completely undeniable. It's also shamefully common; half the female population of the UK is similarly afflicted. Cumberbatch is fast becoming the thirtysomething bird's Robert Pattinson. "They should call us Deer Stalkers," texted my friend V. "Shut up, I've got ep three on iPlayer again," I responded. "I really like his nose, don't you?" It's getting a little out of hand.

I would have thought of nothing other than Cumberbatch, if I hadn't suddenly been overwhelmed Von a desire to own a leather skater skirt.......[she goes onto discussing fashion]