They say your feet always put on 10 pounds when they're photographed or something don't they? Whatever the case, behold those two Sonic beauties up there. Twisted and bent via a lifetime of ill-advised yet fashionablé et fon-kay footwear, they've seen dancefloor-styles come and go, and taken 'em all on. For now though, a truce has been called. Doesn't that pic somehow embody Summer in present-day Cruel Britannia?
Take it from me dear reader, being on crutches when it's raining, particularly barefoot, conspires to make you feel like some bedraggled Dickensian wretch, no matter how glittery you might be feeling inside at the time. Once those skies open, pure animal instinct dictates that you run for cover, or at least move a bit faster. You can't really do that with these things. You just get wetter for longer, which takes some getting used to at first. Unspoken communication comes into play; passers-by look on sympathetically and you start winking at other crutched-up folks, all Masonic like.
I'm sure I shall emerge from this episode a better person, blog-children. Either that or a complete psychopath. Whichever, I'll have learned a life-lesson. Stay tuned.