Wednesday, 21 January 2004 - 7:02 PM GMT

Splendid!! Are they being worn on the wrong feet?

Wednesday, 21 January 2004 - 7:07 PM GMT

see? every cloud has a silver lining. Did you burn them? that'd be cool

Wednesday, 21 January 2004 - 7:26 PM GMT

but kate moss wears them!

Wednesday, 21 January 2004 - 7:29 PM GMT

If you should miss them, I can get you identical ones in our local shopping centre for 40 canadian dollars plus tax. I'm quite tempted. Is it social death to own a pair of them? Or is it allowable in the countryside?

Wednesday, 21 January 2004 - 9:36 PM GMT

Thank goodness that chapter in your life is now closed.

Let's hope they've found a good home, as they did have that so-ugly they-were-cute thing going on. Kind of.

Wednesday, 21 January 2004 - 11:10 PM GMT

I expect it depends if the bin men found them fetching or not.

Knowing my luck, she put them into storage, and six months down the line, I'll undo the padlock, and they'll burst out, grown to ten times the size. And not even Kate Moss will be wearing the damn things by then.

Wednesday, 21 January 2004 - 11:11 PM GMT

I think that's wawshing your mouth out with salt water time, there, Ms Cyn... ;-)

Thursday, 22 January 2004 - 3:55 AM GMT

Yippee! I thought my spirit felt a little lighter today.

Thursday, 22 January 2004 - 4:39 AM GMT

Whoah! Wait one second... I am the proud owner of some slippers that look very much like those. They are warm, comfortable and have a thick sole so I'm able to take them with me when I go camping. There is nothing wrong with the, as you so insensitively call them, "Ugg Boots."
They serve a purpose and that purpose is grand. They do so willingly, rejoicing in the fact that after a few wears they begin to reek. They do so joyfully knowing that by all that's holy those slabs of meat are going to be warm and toasty.
And for you to denigrate them for their appearance?!?!
How shallow.

Thursday, 22 January 2004 - 4:44 AM GMT

After reading the blog entry devoted to the boots a whole new understanding about life has just come to me. It's like the dawning of a new day. I feel as though I have peered into the murkiness of my life and seen the first glimmer of sun... look, the storm is gone.
It's been the boots... all this time I've been in some kind of cosmically-induced celibacy that wasn't a secret pact amongst all the universe's women to insure that never again would I get laid... It's the blasted boots!
...god damn. And all this time... tomorrow.... they burn.

Thursday, 22 January 2004 - 7:03 AM GMT

Hah ... I think they might be in the same category as owning a flat cap and whippets - okay if you're seventy five or nobody's looking, but don't expect it to be on hot babe's top five list of requirements...