When The View sung about wearing the same jeans for four days, I saw nothing wrong with it. If I have the same jeans on for a few days, my shoes are worn for infinitely more time. In fact, as I am writing this, my right sock is wet because one of my shoes has got a big hole in it, such is the length of time it has served its purpose.

For me, the sole purpose of a shoe is not to look good, but to transport me comfortably from A to B. I have never worked out how girls can wear such hideously ill-fitting shoes, even if they might look pretty.

Fashion is something I have not got the slightest bit of interest in. This doesn’t mean I don’t like to look good, but I can very rarely be found clothes-shopping apart from as in my current shoe situation, when garments literally fall apart.

So when I found myself on the front row at a catwalk show at Quakers Friars as part of Bristol Fashion Week, I felt rather like a fraud. Big thanks to Kara at Cabot Circus for sorting out tickets for me and my fashionista friends Tim and Aleisha, but I think that in the future I will stick to writing about Bristol’s cafes and music scene rather than colour-blocking and autumn/winter 2011 trends.

I will leave it to proper Bristol fashion bloggers to explain what happened. Ship-Shape and Bristol Fashion were at the same show as us and were particularly impressed with Monsoon’s yellow chiffon pleated skirt. They even tweeted this photo of the show where you can see Tim, Aleisha and my hands, at the bottom left of the shot. Earlier today, Laura from A Daisy Chain Dream, wrote that the show she saw was “fabulous and fun… it’s great to see Bristol being recognised as a fashionable city at last”.

This was our view of yesterday’s catwalk show: