Are you a lambrini girl?

Personally speaking, no. But I love that each one of these bottles glowing gold in the window represents an evening of handbags, short skirts and scholl party feet cushions. Followed by the inevitable running mascara and broken heals (so celebrated by Alexandra Burke) that are witnessed on our streets each weekend. Young things all over the country are over-indulging and drowning the Great British reserve with every swig. In my day the tipple of choice was the pioneering alco-pop Hooch. A bottle of alcoholic lemonade adorned with the friendly cartoon yellow lemon exuding innocence and fun. Am I glad that those days are over, yes. Do I wish them away, not on your life.