A random selection of questions that regularly keep us awake at night: why do folk on buses refuse to move over if they’re sitting on the inside seat? Is £300 too much to spend on a winter coat? How can we shift that resting muscle without stepping in a gymnasium? Do we really understand what Jonathan Franzen is attempting to say in Freedom? (The answers being 'search us, they're idiots'; 'no'; 'we can't' and 'we think so').
One poser that never scratches the inside of our cranium as dawn approaches, however, is whether blondes have more fun? One glance at our favourite new supermodel Candice Swanepoel renders such an enquiry redundant. Of course they do.
Discovered in a Durban flea market at the age of 15, the wholesome Cameron Diaz doppelganger was soon whisked off to New York, where she’s lived for the last six years – quite a contrast to her upbringing on a remote farm in Mooi River, KwaZulu-Natal.
Since her move, the exotically-named Swanepoel has become a firm favourite of American lingerie brand Victoria’s Secret (following in the not inconsiderable footsteps of Gisele Bundchen, Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum), and with the news that the company belatedly plans to open a shop in the UK in the next couple of years it’s worth getting used to the sight of the blonde bombshell now. Granted, it won’t be too much effort.