Westby Avenue: Did you own a Sweater Shop jumper?

I COULD not believe my eyes when I read that the eight-year-old son of David and Victoria Beckham had been named on a list of Britain’s best-dressed men.

Romeo found himself 26th on GQ men’s style magazine’s list with a celebrity-to-watch tag attached.

The kid is EIGHT YEARS OLD. EIGHT! At that age I was too busy climbing trees and playing on the street to worry about fashion.

There’s nothing wrong with children wanting to present themselves well and I as I’m not a parent myself, there will be people thinking wait until you have your own then you can comment.

But the fact that this youngster, who isn’t even out of primary school, finds himself on a list among the likes of Prince Harry, his own dad and Sir Elton John seems just bizarre to me.

Then again, I am forgetting that this is no ordinary child. This young man is part of the Beckham empire and I’m sure his wardrobe is not typical of your average eight-year-old.

There are even rumours that he is planning to launch his own fashion label—this kid is unstoppable.

At the top of the list comes actor Aaron Johnson while last year’s winner, Twilight star Robert Pattinson, falls back to fourth place.

GQ said of their list: “Our list goes right down to a frighteningly tuned-in (and well-connected) eight-year-old, taking in anyone from actors, aristocrats and hip-hop artists to fashion designers and Formula One drivers along the way.”

I wasn’t conscious of style at the age of eight (some may argue that I’m still not) but I can remember having some firm favourites in my wardrobe.

I had some smashing all-in-one vest and kilt numbers which I always wore with a red woolly jumper (think my dad had something to do with the colour being a Miller).

Then there was my reversible multi-coloured zip-up jacket and my dungarees which I used to accessorise with a floral scarf. Priceless.

As I got older however, I really should have been arrested by the fashion police. Particular offending items included a leather Chicago Bulls baseball cap (where did I get that from?), oversized denim jacket and fake reading glasses...not to mention the Lycra two-piece years.

And let me just throw in two more magical words: SWEATER SHOP. You know you had one!

One thing’s for sure, there’s not a best-dressed list in the world I would find myself on. Not at eight, certainly not at 18 and unless someone catches me on a rare good day, certainly not now either!!!