The last time I went to Bicester Village I was banned for the next five years. It followed a particularly exuberant moment in Jil Sander, where my joy at tracking down a dress I had first spotted in a catwalk show led to further purchases I had absolutely no control over, officer.
The ban was self imposed.
This week I went back and I damn near bought five things in an hour, let alone a year. Bicester is better than ever.