Karen Chung

Tuffy: South London’s baddest hamster


During my first internship at Vogue, I learned that editors appreciate a timely cup of Earl Grey; a skill I executed with such aplomb that I was fast promoted to running errands to the Hanover Square sandwich bar to buy millionaire shortbread for fashion maven Isabella Blow. Heady days! Now older, wiser and having recently acquired a pet hamster (in error), I'm somewhat perplexed to find that things have come full circle, and I'm now at the command of my little nieces and nephew, who insist on regular updates on said hamster's antics, which you can see on his microblog,'Tuffy: South London’s baddest hamster'.

Leah, Erin, Cleo, Alfie and Maddie