When I have been faced with the possibly awkward situation of wearing the same get up as someone else, it can normally be brushed off with a simple "Clearly we both have good taste!" comment and made into a bonding experience as opposed to a polarising effect, with both fearing you will feature on "B*tch Stole My Look" on Joan River's Fashion Police.
In Topshop's Oxford Circus flagship store on Thursday evening, there was scant evidence of a company in trouble. In the queues on the lower-ground floor the word recession couldn't have appeared more out of place, with every teen, twenty-something, thirty-something and the rest clutching mounds of skinny jeans (red seemed a particularly popular choice), fake fur coats and sequin-embellished party dresses. Sir Philip Green might have spent the day defending his decision to close up to 260 Arcadia stores, but his Topshop-buying public were still doing their best to keep the company coffers full.