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It's Just Not Cricket

Published on August 30th 2005.


“Hello my name is Pam and I am a shopaholic”. To hear these words come out of my mouth would be a dream come true for my boyfriend and long-suffering Mum who has bailed me out countless times after yet another serious overspend. But, lets be realistic it’s never going to happen. Like my first ever pair of Choos, (that I couldn’t afford) I’m rather attached to my shopping addiction. And, luckily for Tim Mullet who has been running a book in the Man Con offices for how many bags I come back with from lunch each day, it’s going nowhere. Well, nowhere except maybe down to Selfridges this afternoon…………..

I have clothes still with their tags on that I haven’t even worn, (yes Dad, you have been right all these years, I can only wear one thing at once) 3 stacks of shoe boxes that touch the ceiling (I have a step-ladder in my bedroom), jewellery boxes so full that they would put Jezebel to shame and an overflowing hat box when I don’t even wear hats. When my sister returned the half of my wardrobe she had borrowed for her holidays, I have to admit, I hadn’t even notice it was gone.

So, with this passion for fashion you can imagine my utter horror when I realised Editor Tim, in his male foolishness, had discarded invites to the Cricket fashion show at Urbis. It was like I had lost a Choo, and not just under the bed.

When Mrs Beckham upped sticks, leaving Bond Street for boozy nights out in Madrid, the tiara for First Lady of Football was up for grabs. But not for long. When the future Mrs Wayne Rooney stepped out in THOSE mukluk boots, the tabloids crowned their new Queen Bee. And, for those of us who have been following Colleen McLoughlin’s sartorial highs and lows, from the Juicy couture tracksuits to the Matthew Williamson dresses (so that’s anyone who has read a paper in the past six months) will probably have noticed one name keeps cropping up again and again – Cricket.

Cricket is a two floor designer boutique in Liverpool’s Cavern Walks. Stocking the likes of D2 Squared, Pucci, Jenny Packham, Missoni, Matthew Williamson, Alice Temperley, Stella McCartney (the list goes on) and of course, those footballer’s wives essentials: Juicy tracksuits, Balenciaga bags, True Religion jeans, Ugg boots (I was very impressed last night at the fashion show to hear Tim Mullett explaining to Editor Tim exactly what Uggs were!) and of course furry gilets, Cricket has fast become footballer’s wife HQ, Alex Curran (Steven Gerrard’s fiancé is Colleen’s partner in fashion crimes). And, considering that Ms. McLoughlin spent £20,000 there last season alone, Cricket obviously thought it was time to pay one of their best customers a visit, hence the Manchester fashion show. Well, if Mohammed won’t come to the mountain…………….

So, around 8pm last night Manchester’s fashonistas (and some of the Man Con boys) gathered in Urbis. My friend David who had initially been, shall we say, a tad reluctant to spend an evening with military-style jackets, taffeta skirts and pixie boots, perked up when he realised the ratio of women to men in the room was about 10:1! The Campari cocktail bar was surprisingly busy considering Campari’s ‘distinctive’ taste, although later in the evening I did have to ask for a “Campari cocktail without the Campari, please”. That stuff just gets worse the more you drink. And, just before the show started Queen Bee Colleen herself had arrived.

To my mind, the show was great, just not long enough! Although I don’t think the Man Con boys shared my opinion, sloping off to the pub with Gordo for a pint. Apart from deciding that I wanted everything on the runway, the stars of the show were a purple Pucci jacket with a lilac fur trim hood, the new “It-girl” Missoni wrap, and an electric blue silk sash dress by Chloe (I can only hope that Florence and Fred do as good a copy of this as they did the last Chloe collection!). Manchester Confidential’s Lindsay picked out her dress for the Comedy Awards, so if anyone is thinking of turning up in a Matthew Williamson olive jewelled shoulder column dress, think again!

Pam Wood

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