So there I was, walking down the street to my temporary home of Avonmore Road in Kensington, when I spot a man jangling change around to feed into the ever hungry mouth of a parking metre. Nothing strange there.
He was stocky (read: quite heavy) greying (read: fully grey, I am being generous here) wearing a non-descript navy fleece and navy comfy tracksuit bottoms. Again, nothing untoward there.
Until I looked down to his feet....
And in place of the scuffed off-white trainers I thought I was going to find, in their place, was a pair of pretty nasty, pleather, pointy-toed, knee-length stiletto boots.
Now, for you that know me, I am pretty much a live and let live person. If you want to wear your hair back-combed to the hilt, then please, be my guest!
Yoo want to team those shredded tights with a dead-tree green Arran jumper, then don't let me stand in your way.
But when you see a guy who could possibly be your dad walking away in broad daylight from a parking metre wearing normalish clothes topped off with knee-high stiletto boots. you have to wonder......What the fur?
p.s. Fair play to him though, he managed to negotiate the footpath to road drop which has taken down many's a lady in her heels, walk sprightly enough across the cobble stoned road to his car, and then head off up the street.
I wonder does he take them off for driving...
He was stocky (read: quite heavy) greying (read: fully grey, I am being generous here) wearing a non-descript navy fleece and navy comfy tracksuit bottoms. Again, nothing untoward there.
Until I looked down to his feet....
And in place of the scuffed off-white trainers I thought I was going to find, in their place, was a pair of pretty nasty, pleather, pointy-toed, knee-length stiletto boots.
Now, for you that know me, I am pretty much a live and let live person. If you want to wear your hair back-combed to the hilt, then please, be my guest!
Yoo want to team those shredded tights with a dead-tree green Arran jumper, then don't let me stand in your way.
But when you see a guy who could possibly be your dad walking away in broad daylight from a parking metre wearing normalish clothes topped off with knee-high stiletto boots. you have to wonder......What the fur?
p.s. Fair play to him though, he managed to negotiate the footpath to road drop which has taken down many's a lady in her heels, walk sprightly enough across the cobble stoned road to his car, and then head off up the street.
I wonder does he take them off for driving...
