As far as an online persona goes, style-wise I’d thought mine had come to the end of its adolescent era quite a while back. If I say so myself, 17 year-old Verity has nothing on today’s version. Instead of MySpace pretence and laughing out loud – it’s all checking in, shoe porn and self(ie) awareness.
But then break through a seven-year hiatus with no more than a little Channel surfing over to Paris and you suddenly come to realise… In the eyes of the French you always were and will forever remain ‘très Anglais’.
Concluding that Parisian chic isn’t something any outsider can so easily come to attain… no, I’m afraid that personality trait stays within its national heritage.

Here’s to those effort-making 10€ market trader mules and the knowledge that Brit-cool runs well and truly through my veins.