Let's play a little game: put on your worst clothes, don't wear any shoes, pull a tatty waxed hat low over your eyes, then shuffle into Flannels clutching a carrier bag and see how long it takes before you're out on your arse. Enter Flannels and you will instantly feel a) judged and b) poor. It's great if you want to spot a C–list celebrity or two, or if you're lucky enough to have a sufficiently big bank balance to accommodate the racks of Gucci, Prada and Joseph on offer. This chic designer boutique is enormously snooty, and in Itchy's opinion best avoided. Unless you're doing the dressing as a tramp thing.