This devil doesn't wear Prada
But, no shoes!
Had I not owned any other shoes, I’d have been forced to buy some. But, having two other pairs, a brown pair that I hardly ever wear because they don’t match what I optimistically call ‘work-wear’ and another black pair, the shopping imperative wasn’t strong enough.
So, as of Monday, I’ve been wearing the other black pair.
Now, there’s a really good reason why I never wear them. I bought them about 18 months ago when I went off for an interview as the recently demised black pair, clumpy Cats, didn’t seem appropriate for a professional image. The new shoes were bought on the morning of the interview so very little thought was given them apart from having to be cheap (I was unemployed) and suitably ‘work-like’. I didn’t get the job but I got the next one I was interviewed for – the job I’m working at now. They’re really rather ugly but, more importantly, rather uncomfortable. Within a few days at the new job, I had discarded them in favour of the clumpy Cats.
Monday wasn’t too bad, but by the end of Tuesday, I could feel that my feet were protesting. A rather angry-looking welt had developed on the top of my right foot. Yesterday, last weeks’ tramp-like hobble had returned. There was no way that I was going to wear them today! So, instead, I’m wearing the brown pair, also clumpy Cats.
Guess what I’ll definitely be doing this weekend?
On a completely different topic, I was standing outside the Screenroom this morning, waiting for my lift, and noticed that ‘Volver’ is showing there at the moment. I saw it a few weeks ago and loved it even if I tend to find Penelope Cruz a bit irritating. Again I was struck by how much it sounds like ‘vulva’. Which reminded me of how my friends and I used to refer to Cape Town’s art cinema, The Labia, as ‘the lips’.
For a gay man, I seem to have an unhealthy obsession with womens’ bits!