Biggest guilty pleasure?
Eurovision. No, it’s these incredibly delicious almond croissants that I get from a particular London bakery. Food however is a ridiculous guilty pleasure; I don’t think you should feel guilty about eating nice things. What else? Vintage jackets that don’t fit me or are too awkward to wear – I buy them if I like the cloth, knowing I’ll probably never wear them… I just picked up an amazing tweed one from the 1930s.
