I'm as much of a celebrity googler as the next person (the next person being Perez Hilton), but I draw the line at randomers. Why would I care what some badly trousered office worker thinks about... well, anything?
But Ireland is clearly running out of famous faces - horror of horrors, it's a recession of the worst kind.
I was reading one of our beloved national papers to occupy myself on a train journey last week (a rookie mistake; confined spaces are not clever when a rage could be instantaneously induced by the turning of a page), and came across the standard fashion feature. So far, so fabulous. But then, boys and girls, I turned the page.
I'm all for vox pops on fashion - get the regular Joe to tell us that they bought the dress in Zara and their style icon is Victoria Beckham. A perfect opportunity for scorn, no harm done.
But there is NO NEED to have a sockless man with terrible shoes spread across the page. Male ankles should never be exposed to the nation. Think of the children.
And not even a famous face to dress up the fashion train wreck.
Apparently this 'style icon' (ahem) has a band that is storming the charts in Dublin 14, but this was not a person whose style advice I would ever take.
Harem pants don't look good on anyone, but dear God, if you are 90% elbow/knees then these are not the trousers for you my friend.
Get some fame, go before the jury, and then we'll see.
A bad day for fashion, ankles and the male population in general.