As students of the British legal system know, it’s against the law to buy somebody else a present without getting one for yourself. Consequently, I am now the proud owner of new trainers.
Since my old pair are more ropey than Britney Spears after a night on the Diamond White, this is a cause for celebration. At least, it will be – once they’re worn-in, and not so damn white. In the meantime, I shall mostly be looking like an idiot, with Hollywood smiles for feet.
Anyway, that’s enough about my coruscating shoes. I’m off to tap-dance in a dog turd.
February 17, 2007 at 8:06 pm
The question is, are they size 5?
February 17, 2007 at 10:29 pm
Such a wuss daarling, you should have told them that they don’t go with your complexion. Absolutely no white socks!!!
February 18, 2007 at 4:03 am
I was unfamiliar with that law. I must double-check our Constitution to see if we brought that one over when we declared our independence and all.
February 28, 2007 at 12:24 pm
are they actually trainers, though. or are they pumps! (or daps, or gym shoes, or plimmies?)
February 28, 2007 at 12:45 pm
Pumps – but as the only pair I have that aren’t falling to bits, they have to multi-task. This means they come to the park with me when I go on an ill-fated jog