In a bid to slip the collar of everyone’s freshly minted Business Rules for Twitter users, I’ve been hunting for new backgrounds that please me, and I stumbled across a wallpaper collection by the supremely talented Barbara Hulanicki.

As I mentioned, I’m feeling rebellious. Nothing new there, I was born to be subversive - while my sister was trying hard to look like Farah Fawcett I was nailing blakeys to the bottom of my monkey boots to see if I could actually make sparks fly from under my feet. (I couldn’t).

When my friends were super gluing their hair into rad spikes and sneering through the 80s, I started my collection of vintage 60’s pyschadelic frocks. I still wear some of them. Long before that even, when my mum thought I was over at Kim’s house, we were both on the train up to London with Camilla Aziz, on a completely unsanctioned and thrilling shopping trip.

Our destination was Biba the most fantastic shop in the world and the pinnacle of glamorous rebellion. I bought an achingly chic and tiny pot of silver lipgloss with matching sparkly tights and false eyelashes which I was sure would be life changing, but as it turned out made me look like a slightly tubby cyborg.

We all spent hours putting on layers of makeup, perched on bar stools at the mile long counter all in a line, like a brace of underage showgirls. We made up new identities to match our newfound faces, and of course we spoke appauling french with heavy accents.

We were approached by an extraodrinarily rich looking American woman, who thought we were adorable and who insisted on taking us all to tea at the Biba cafe. We were beside ourselves with excitement, we’d already calculated that we couldn’t afford to go to the cafe so this was like a magical gift from the fasion queen, I felt sure that the sainted Hulanicki herself was smiling on me.

Kim and I immediately clammed up and barely spoke another word, leaving Camila to entertain the lovely old american lady who bought us tea and cake. I can’t remember a single thing more about her now. I only remember the feeling of real naughtiness I had, pretending to be somebody I was not and the excitement I felt sitting in the most beautiful place I had ever been in.

When I was young, I didn’t bother much with how you were supposed to do things, I just did them. I was a rule breaker, and a trend setter in my own little way.

Now I am much, much older and starting out on some of my biggest adventures, I feel even less inclined to follow the pack, and conform to all the rules laid down by other people. I am convinced that to be a success you have to do what you feel passionate about so you can fully commit. All you need is your determination, some talent and the ability to cut through the ‘blah blah blah’ and get to the gold.

Looking back I think the American lady responded to our excitement and charm. I am sure she knew we weren’t French, she may even have spotted that we were not savvy London kids, but we were really having fun, and we threw ourselves into it with gusto and elan.

So I’m spending the next few weeks consulting my inner teen on the art of rule breaking and I’m planning on making some New Year’s r