I woke up today with a strange cut on my finger. I have to conclude that Charles was trying to get me to play croquet in the night and it all went wrong. But all that aside I do need to talk men's shoes, as the subject took off and matured in to a heated little chat , shall we say , last night . Boys v Girls?. Manolos V Dolcis.?..you can feel the heat and direction this was taking. I tried miserably to argue that if was a guy I would have just a handful of pairs of shoes, which would include 2 pairs of Lobbs and a pair of Edward Green ( those Oh so lovely suede numbers with the long toe-how in love could you be with a pair of shoes) Anyway; clearly the divided opinions separated the group like the red sea- connoisseurs to the right and scruffy buggers to the left. I stopped speaking after Mr X said he had never spent more than £25 on a pair of shoes in his life. I thought I would see if there was a box of ice pops lurking in the said persons freezer which might after 10 mins give his lips the big chill. Can you imagine being that proud.I would rather tar and feather myself in a damp ditch and place a paving stone on my head than suffer under £25 quid-dom for the rest of my days. There's every possibility that TMH feels the same way as he navigates a cheese and wine as we speak... except that the tar and feathers will appeal deep down in his psyche but lets not go there.Lets not indeed.
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