It's finally December! Which means we are now bauble-earrings-deep in party season. But you’ll know that, of course, from the influx of sparkly clothes, sparkly drinks and much less sparkly faces on your morning commute.
Whether you don’t have a free night until January, or just a couple of blow-out dos on the agenda, the pressure is on. No wonder we all slip into hysterical language: “I’m dying!” we declare. “How will you be surviving party season?” we ask. December, it seems, transforms us all into Bear Grylls in a bandage dress.