Every year I get invited to Anya Hindmarch’s runway show in London Fashion week.   Every year I decline.   But this year I thought I should at least experience the full glories of the London fashion industry, late starting, a lot of hanging about having cups of strong coffee, then lots of stick thin models marching up and down, holding handbags as traffic signs, ending up with full Wagnerian pomp as motorway workers joined them in full orange fluorescence.   A form of performance art:-