Yesterday, I managed it finally. Having come up with a huge number of ingenious ways to avoid it - including setting up this blog last Wednesday so that my lunch break would pass by without a visit to Schuh - I finally managed to buy a pair of work shoes. Good for me, Go Team etc. I've also managed to persuade myself that I liked the experience so much that I'm going to brave it out again on Saturday - Comedy Lounge permitting - and go buy a pair of shoes I can actually walk in.
My work shoes, because I know you all care, are black with square toes, flat heels and a rubber sole (to match the Beatles album) and come from Clarkes. Consequently, they do look a bit like My Mummy Bought Them For Me, but they're certainly doing the trick.
Unbelievably, I’ve managed to find a picture of them on the internet. Go look at them here and tell me if you think they’re pretty.
My work shoes, because I know you all care, are black with square toes, flat heels and a rubber sole (to match the Beatles album) and come from Clarkes. Consequently, they do look a bit like My Mummy Bought Them For Me, but they're certainly doing the trick.
Unbelievably, I’ve managed to find a picture of them on the internet. Go look at them here and tell me if you think they’re pretty.