Oh how I heart leather. You should see me in shops when the sales assistants turn their heads away -- manhandling, sniffing and generally molesting specimens of the softest, most buttery skin. And then eventually my purrs of lust alert the salespeople to irregular activity and I'm forced to pretend I was only casually eyeing some garment. Because leather is such a tactile pleasure, it's frustrating to see it on a flat screen... like watching porn with the sound off. But it doesn't stop these babies from looking damn good.