Wherever I go, whatever I do, my left shoelace has an uncanny knack for wriggling its way free of the bow I so carefully tie. Always the left! Something supernatural at play? Perhaps it’s because I’m right-handed and lack the same vigour when securing it. Or maybe, I’m simply no good at tying laces. Whatever … Continue reading The (knot-so) Beautiful Game
Month: January 2012
Wish Shoe Were Here: The Perils of Finding the Perfect Shoe
Shoe shopping ought to be a simple affair. A straightforward transaction. And yet, here I am, wrestling with what seems to be an impossible quest: finding a decent pair of shoes. I have no desire for ostentation, no need for trendy embellishments or impractical flourishes. Just plain black leather, perhaps with a modest brogue pattern … Continue reading Wish Shoe Were Here: The Perils of Finding the Perfect Shoe
The Chicken and the Egg
I straightened my tie with a practised tug, pulling the knot snug against my throat before shrugging into my charcoal-grey suit jacket. The weight of the fabric settled against my shoulders with familiar gravity. Then came the overcoat - black, thick, a bulwark against the creeping chill of a winter’s night. I turned the collar … Continue reading The Chicken and the Egg
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