SOUVENIRS

So you may recall a couple of weeks ago I was harping on about wanting a little more "bling" in my life once more; well, I think I've gone and granted my own wishes thanks in no small part to 10 euros and a shifty looking market stall.

Now I know it's hardly a double-take for a Cartier or Rolex, (it's actually a brand called 'Orlando' - get me) and it wouldn't look out of place hanging from the wrist of a member of the African Drug Cartel, but it is very similar to Whitney Port's own timepiece, which I have been coveting since The City strutted into my line of vision in January 2009. If only you could buy Whit's legs at a market stall...