Despite my very best efforts to so far pronounce all my ‘As’ like an ‘arse’, after just a handful of days residing at my newly appointed southern postcode, I’ve come to find myself in dire need of some good ‘ol northern hospitality. Clearly you can take the girl out of Manchester but you can’t take Manc out of the girl – ever.

And just when another episode of Corrie will do anything but suffice, what else is a Northerner to do but place herself front row at the Manchester School of Art’s final year show at GFW?

Arriving as fashionably late as this post (how else?), last Sunday saw the optimum of fresh Mancunian talent take ownership of the prestigious London catwalk to show industry insiders, journos and the rest of the country just how it’s done ‘Up North’.

Presenting Texan inspired contemporary tailoring, Pugh-esk uniforms and modern effeminate cuts; it’s no surprise the fashion-heads of the capital have gone stir-crazy for the imaginative handiwork put up by the school’s future young designers.

 Unsurprisingly, in some respects, it was extrovert and fellow comrade Sarah Fisher’s collection who really took centre stage with her ingenious play on theatrics and how should I say… ‘so far out the box there isn’t even a box’ designs. Already dubbed as the new Jeremy Scott; the garish horns, western clown-boys and toy pistols added a nice touch to what is an anything but practical approach to menswear.

Comical and borderline bonkers? #watchthisspace