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"Ye" for Brexit and the Topshop Drape Skirt

THE DRAPE skirt is enjoying a boon of interest thanks to its inclusivity. Guardian Fashion has ordained it fit for all sizes and ages - hurrah. But hold fire on letting off the party poppers just yet. As in manner of research, This Reporter thought it expedient to look up the definition of "drape skirt" online, in a bid to encapsulate what we are talking about in one handy sentence.

And she found herself stumbling across the oracle which could become vocabulary.com that reliably informed her the verb "to drape" means "to cover loosely" as when you, and This Reporter quotes verbatim: "drape a quilt over your old sofa to hide the rips and the stains". Such a marvellous confidence booster.

On the plus side, in the 1940s and 50s, "drape" was apparently, again according to our new friends at vocabulary.com, also a slang term for "a cool suit of clothes". Take from that what you will, as you mull over the merits of purchasing this satin drape skirt from Topshop, but This Reporter feels this one size fits everyone trend, could be slightly barbed.

In other news, Kanye West has changed his name - to Ye, pronounced to This Reporter's understanding as "yay", as in hooray, rather than "ye" as in "ye olden days". Apparently, the second half of one of the world's most famous and influential couples has been using this abbreviated version of his previously all too syllable heavy name for some time now.

He also enters the musical canon as yet another artist who goes by the moniker of "formerly known as" like Prince, Cat Stevens, Puff Daddy. In true "legend" style, Kanye should have a few more name reincarnations before he's done. This Reporter can think of some.

Over to the Tory Conference and as feared Prime Minister Theresa May is finding it next to impossible to turn the dialogue away from Brexit. After proclaiming on Andrew Marr's show on Sunday that she did "believe in Brexit" - recalling the scene in Peter Pan where Mr Darling embarrasses, rather than impresses, everyone with his over emphatic declaration he believes in fairies "I do I do I do", she added the caveat that it must deliver on behalf of the people and this may involve further compromises with the EU.

Scottish Tory leader Ruth Davidson has praised Mrs May's "practical Brexit", whilst Boris Johnson surprise, surprise has said Mrs May/her Brexit plan (ambiguous which) is "deranged". He demands Mrs May alter course and pursue a free trade deal instead. To which Mrs May has countered her Chequer's plan is a free trade deal. Which makes all this sniping over each others plans even more a waste of time, if they are actually essentially the same plan, just dressed up with a different name - ask Kanye.

Fashion spies have just informed This Reporter, Mrs May forwent her usual tailoring and wore a blue draped shirt dress number to the opening day of the Tory conference in Birmingham. Call it what you will, but This Reporter believes this just about sums up everything.

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