I went on to Twitter and it was like a pin to my excitable red balloon. Literally thousands of messages from people criticising my appearance. I was fat and ugly as per usual. My dress (the one that caused ooohs in a department store fitting room?) was destroyed by the masses. I looked like a nana, my dress was disgusting, was it made out of curtains, why was I wearing black shoes with it. I cried. I cried in the car."And that wasn't the end. The next day, I was in newspapers pilloried for what I was wearing. I was discussed and pulled apart on Lorraine. I'm sorry. I thought I had been invited to such an illustrious event because I am good at my job.