Getting off the tube at Baker Street (yes, people do travel to shows on the underground) it was immediately obvious LFW had begun. Groups of glammed up women hung around, analysing how just as they'd put on their A/W gear the sun had started to shine. After all, this was Topshop Unique - the show that really signifies the start of LFW and the one everyone dresses up for. The industrial warehouse space just off Marylebone Road was rammed and sweaty. A greasy spoon was serving beer-battered cod and chips and bread and butter pudding in paper cups, the detritus sprawled across gingham-covered tablecloths along with half finished glasses of champagne. (See pictures below). The music blaring out from an old-school jukebox had been chosen by the designers showing in the space that day - Ann Sofie Back and Peter Jensen - so we puzzled over Spice Girls ‘Wannabe' and Shania Twain. Then we took our seats. Neighbours compared their goodies: silk scarves covered in the motifs that would appear on the runway - hearts and horseshoes. We counted the number of Smythson Maze bags on the front row (six). Peaches and Alexa - the epitome of Topshop FROW girls - took their places after a very public display of affection on camera for Alexa's new fashion programme, Frock Me. A hundred lightbulbs flashed, illuminating the stone-floored space, the music stopped and the show began. Peaches seemed more obsessed with her Blackberry than the clothes, her pal scrapped her hair into a high ponytail in homage to the Bananarama style birds-nest creations going down the catwalk and Alexa concentrated on the clothes. ‘It was fabulous,' she told us afterwards. ‘That white cutaway swimsuit - what a look.' And that was it. As the fash pack moved onto the tents for Ossie Clarke, the models emerged from backstage to smoke and rip out their ‘80s style hair. Ouch!