A FEW months ago I joined an army of fashion bloggers and took a one way trip to the dark side - I bought a skort. Sure, it was hardly the crime of the season (albeit the trend), but I can't help feel like I'm snowballing into some sort of asymmetrical obsession, what with accumulating a grand total of four now. It's official, I'm checking myself into skirt-short rehab. My new drug of choice? The birth child of the skirt and trouser - the skouser, perhaps? Doesn't quite have the same ring to it, but they're just as addictive. One down, four hundred and twelve pairs to go.