DAY 1: WE'RE UNOFFICIAL

Meet Nick at the tents. Go to get a photographer's pass. Have spoken with the PR company earlier in the week and it should be sorted. The woman at the desk needs a bit of paper she can't find. Some list we should be on. We have covered Fashion Week so many times and for most of it getting accredited hasn't been a problem. But today it is. There has been a policy decision not to accredit websites. We heard this before, back in 96 was it? "The designers are worried about copying and a decision has been made not to accredit websites. I'm sorry."

Right. We'll do it on the fly. We head to the show. After Weardowney, Julian reckons there's now a non-schedule. Right on. We have on, we have off. We've even had on/off. Non-schedule it is. Hear that Simon Wang's collection has been 'lost in the post'. The poor guy - venue sorted, tickets sent out and now he has to cancel.

DAY 2: WE'RE NON-SCHEDULE

After a quiet word, I get a call to say the BFC has agreed to make an exception and we can get our photographer's pass. We're only going to shows which we've been invited and only a handful are on-schedule, but having the pass makes it quicker for Nick to get in and set-up. So it's a mad flit back into the photographers' tent after doing backstage and front stage at Bora.

Then, it's off on the London Fashion Week boogie bus to the John Rocha show. As we turn a corner we nearly hit the side of a parked car and the bus driver has to do some very slow reversing, a small crowd of people gather to watch. Odd moment. John Rocha was superb. Electric. Everyone leaves the show on a high and we head back for an off-schedule by Antonio Ciutto. We talk about the new non-schedule with Michael from Blow and hear from someone else that "Sleaze Nation aren't interested in off-schedule this season". A few laughs, if Sleaze aren't off-schedule, who is?

DAY 3: EASTERN BLOC

East day today. West across town is a strange journey. You start off well and calculate you'll be there in 15 minutes and then something happens. The missing 10 minutes syndrome again. Brick Lane at 9.30am purrs with gentle activity. Fashion East show first, three designers all showcasing with support. Short wait before being transported into another world briefly at Roksanda.

Back west for Red or Dead. Really looking forward to it and backstage the clothes look brilliant, but I stood with the photographers and I think I lost the impact. Red or Dead's gone posh. Has a touch of Michiko Koshino a couple of seasons back, ladylike and a little surreal. Reports are going up OK and the video looks stonking. Really excited about this season's coverage and everywhere I go people seem more receptive than ever.

DAY 4: COOKING ON GAS

Back East for two morning shows at the Truman Brewery. Women next to me on the tube rings her mate to talk about the Arkadius picture on the front of the paper. Turns out her mate is a Polish model who did the show. Nick wasn't filming yesterday and I stake him out a place in the pit as soon as I get there. He's got a long journey but makes it in time. Then, as he sets up Mr Fashion TV gets all shirty. He's placed a tape marker down. Doesn't give him licence to act like a thug though does it? Who needs it? It's not yet 10am mate. Nick gets a spot right up front.

The shows run smoothly, House of Jazz short but strong, get some decent catwalk footage but would have liked to do interviews. There is no time because we have to get across town to West Brompton for a midday Preen show. At least, that is what the ticket said. OK the building was brilliant and the collection pretty good, but one hour and twenty minutes late. People were pissed off. One photographer walked out and others cheered him.

Last show today is off Trafalgar Square. It's a blinder and we get some cool honest reactions as people leave.

DAY 5: THE SHOW MUST GO ON

We're at the tents for Boyd. Just two shows today. A photographer and a woman I meet at Boyd fill me in on the Pringle gossip. Apparently, allegedly like, they wouldn't let photographers in unless they had special passes. They turned people away, although the woman I spoke to said she waited around and in the end they let her in, and she said there was loads of space: it was a banqueting suite and it was huge. Pringle. I ask you. Did they really expect to have us queuing around the block to show us some innovative jumpers with a classic twist or whatever it was. Sorry. I am ranting.

Boyd was showbiz. She knows the score there. Fashion as entertainment - isn't that what McQueen has been banging on about? Head to Covent Garden for Siereks. Last show of the Week and I am glad it's theirs. Get to the venue and the shutters are up. Siereks people redirect us to a spot in the open air around the corner where the show will take place. Where is hair and make-up? They've blagged a room in the Wyndehams Theatre opposite. We head on in and get some unique backstage shots. Aga is dressing the 10 models and brother is doing hair.

It's called The Show Must Go On and Aga has a chunk of press releases explaining what has happened. Electrical power failure at the Sports Centre, but the show must go on and on it does. Out of the theatre we weave, Aga stopping traffic and directing the models across the road onto a raised concrete podium. A ready-made catwalk right there in Covent Garden, surrounded by bars, shops and an incredible church. The crowd builds. Clusters of Japanese fans and buyers seem to be enjoying themselves. This is the way to do it - no tickets, no fancy PRs, just fashion in the street.