Oh, the agony!
Resident agony uncle Kit Hesketh-harvey solves your dilemmas
Ready to frock and roll
QMy daughter’s school prom is approaching and, apparently, all her friends will be clad from head to toe in designer labels. I refuse to spend hundreds of pounds on a dress she will likely never wear again, but when I suggested a trip to Laura Ashley, she locked herself in the bathroom. Can you suggest a compromise? N. M., Kent You’ve torpedoed yourself, I’m afraid, with those two words: ‘Laura’ and ‘Ashley’. (I’m replying to you, by the way, from the bathroom.) I know, I know. Wasn’t it lovely, the halcyon Laura Ashley heyday of our own generation? An age of innocence, before Hallowe’en, ring-bearers, Kardashians, baby showers and school proms snuck over from the USA, along with words like ‘snuck’. However, here they are and there it is. Remember your own school graduation dance? It was one of—if not the—most important nights of your life. Granted, the financial stakes have been yanked ludicrously higher by awful teen films, but there’s no denying that everything is riding on this. I suggest TK Maxx, but do choose a branch hundreds of miles away from any that her friends are likely to visit.