I'm lying poolside listening to Ultravox's Passionate Reply - which is as good as its A-side Vienna. However, despite the discomfort and heat, I'm still wearing trainers. At home, indoors, I wear shoes constantly - walking about in socks is for children and slippers are the callsign of middle-age. Shoes are a symbol of readiness, as well as broadcasting that trainers are for exercising, not for walking. I don't like feet; along with capacity for cruelty, it's another horrible reminder we evolved from the great apes. Stumps along the lines of Metal Gear RAY would look far better. Just me?
Alas, this will be the final post before the usual post from 10KM altitude.
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