For me, the charity shop obsession started with velvet blazers. It was about 1994, I was 16 and I was desperate to complete my female Jarvis Cocker-in-a-floral skirt indie look.

As a student, I went through a silly ornaments stage – the bigger and sillier the better: the mocking face of a drunk plaster of Paris pirate stared down at us in our student house for an entire year.

When I lived in France after graduation, I furnished my shared house with heavy baronial dining chairs from the Emmaus second hand depot in Limoges.