Canapes, what canapes??

I'm sorry, but I've got a bone to pick with... well... the whole of the fashion industry. No, it's not trend based or model related (well, maybe a tad), nor is it to do with the fact that so many people condoned the selling of Crocs. It is, and sorry to sound so greedy and trivial, about canapes.

I realise some of you have just thought 'WHAT is he on about?' and pulled a face at your screen, but I'm actually thinking there are more of you nodding and already agreeing with what I am about to say...

WHERE HAVE THEY DISAPPEARED TO??????

I've witnessed first hand, along with a lot of you, canape size shrinking so rapidly, so unexpectedly, to practically nipple-size. I ask you, event organisers, what good is that to anyone? Granted, the definition of a canape is something small as a taster, but come on, it's like inhaling a small breath of flavoured air!

Being invited to all these fabulous events is such an honour, in fact I never thought I'd ever go to some of the parties I've attended, but I do feel that to match the amount of alcohol being handed out (I'm not a big drinker), surely the canapes should be a bit, well, meatier (so to speak, I'm a veggie remember!).

Season after season we hear of 'size-zero gate' on the catwalk, and week after week in the mags we see teeny tiny celebs getting even smaller (much like the canaps - spelling mistake intentional) to reveal collar bones and all sorts, but that's them. Not all of us can survive on one piece of protein a day or a lettuce leaf just to fit into couture. And, what's more, when you've done a full days work and only managed to survive on Starbucks (come on, I know a lot of you do it too!), and then head off to an event, you kind of want a 3-course meal with your glass of champers. Or at least a mini hamburger. A one centimetre square of whipped air will NOT suffice.

Stella McCartney got it right a couple of weeks back at her Adidas collection preview - full on bowls of veggie shepherds pie, gourmet sandwiches AND amaze cakes. That's what I call a spread!

So event planners and PRs alike, I implore you, PLEASE re-think your canapes coz quite frankly, I'M STARVING!

Melanie C in a Victoria Beckham (or Sporty in a Posh - which one?)

Gone are the days of shell suits and trainers for this particular Spice Girl - and HELLO to a glam, elegant more grown up wardrobe. And there's no surprise in who she turned to for a show-stopping, dramatic gown for the Laurence Olivier awards last night... her pal, her sister (in the broader sense of the word), her fashion savvy oracle friend Victoria Beckham.

Look at Mel C! Even though she didn't win an award (she was however nominated for her role as Mrs Johnstone in Blood Brothers), she definitely picks up the gong for best dressed. This gown clings to her body in all the right places, it makes her look six feet tall and above all, it's so refreshing to witness this shift in style from someone who was very much forced into dressing like a tom boy. Oh, and nice shoulder detail too Mel (or Vic actually!).

J'adore you Miss C.