Drifty and draughty

Asos' predilection for oversized, shapeless idiocy may just have reached its nadir.  Is it any wonder, ladies and gentlemen, that this lady looks a little distrait?  Falling into the duvet cover and struggling wildly to emerge, she is still draped in a sizeable portion thereof.

The snugness of those fitted sleeves contrasts so delightfully with the parachute-sized top that one is reminded of the potato animals one used to make with matchsticks and a humorously-shaped tuber.

Twenty-five quid for possibly the least practical garment ever seen in this blog.  Warmth, style, pulling power, an ability to match anything in your wardrobe - all must be found in other garments, I am afraid.