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One has to wonder at the hide of some shoe manufacturers. The shoes you see were worn by my wife for about one hour. Although they were purchased some twelve months prior to use (don't ask, my wife is one of those totally inexplicable beings - a woman) and, because they were a little tight, she wore them for an evening at home and then put them back in their (environmentally friendly) box to, presumably, cogitate upon their attributes. So, today she decided to resurrect them and wear them to the local shopping centre. This exercise involves a twelve minute walk to the local railway station, a few minutes sitting and then about thirty or forty minutes ambling around the streets of this hive of commercial activity. Obviously the train ride and short walk are then repeated in reverse order. One has to wonder whether those who make these abominations have a soul. The path taken by this angel was paved, not with gold but (apart from the odd hill) relatively even. Whilst she is no sugar plum fairy she is surely no break dancer. I implore fellow shoe wearers to unite; join me in my crusade to bring to task these heels who have proven themselves to be purveyors of pitiful pedestrian pads. Let us unite and have a shoe free year! Do not let them bring us to our knees! Let us gird our loins and not our feet whilst we fight these callous moguls. Walkers of the world unite! Sorry if the above seems a little corny but in this fight for freedom we do need thick skins. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close up ... or have I said this before somewhere? |
