Do we think that there will be a time … 10, 15, 20 years from now - when Lyds is languishing in her dressing room, a modern day Miss Havisham, cobwebs dangling from the fake beams, wearing her now tatty Sassi H dress (stained with wine, fake tan, dandruff and regret). Hair extensions are strewn about her feet, snapped off through years of over processing and neglect. Surrounded by her Hermes bags … wondering why the f**k she spent £100,000 plus on half a dozen bags, and yet has no working toilet and a basement that looks like a discount designer village car park.