Own up! we’ve all got one: a sissy slag story about the morning after, when lady luck changed her mind. A universal tale of bum-clenching sissy humiliation, knowing looks, public transport and the inappropriate click-clack of spike heels at 7am on a weekday.

Last summer, after a serious fancy dress party, I had a mortifying stumble home at 8.45 in high heels, torn fishnet tights, smeared make-up and a skirt no wider than a belt. I looked a total sissified mess. All great fun the night before when shielded by other party goers dressed as vicars and tarts but rather less appealing when on your own amongst normally dressed commuters. I simply hadn’t factored in the stagger home the next day.

But lately something has happened. The “morning after” look has morphed from ignominy to desirability – the walk of shame has become chic. At least for the cream of our trendy youth, worldwide. Just check out your cities tabloid and there they are. It appears, for them at least, the walk home in night-before clothes – chipped-varnish, unbrushed hair and a squirt of eau de sex is cool.

This can only mean one thing. At last you can be proud of partying all night. Sissys… wear your shame with pride. Being a little rough around the edges is at last a good thing. Look like you are living a little and have fun.