I couldn't give any fewer ****s that I do about shoes. Black ones for work, brown ones for casual. Whatever trainer for sports. Girls don't give a flying sausage what make your shoes are. They DO care however what you put on your melon. If you rock up to a date with a cowboy hat/ balaclava/ sideways cap on your swede then your up **** creek.
I wonder if you can still buy blue suede gola harriers? In younger days they were a permanent feature along with dunlop green flash. Sambas of a similar ilk or black Loake Designs are my two main choices now, depending on the occasion.
I popped into Clarks in the January sales for some black lace up work shoes and was pleasantly surprised by their range. Got a nice pair of mid-brown brogues and they feel like slippers.
14 hole cherry red docs shined up with ox blood polish of course. Worn every day unless going some place posh then it's black brogues. Trainers are for ****s
I treat myself to a pair of Harley Davidson boots, bought them from Florida - including delivery and tax, cost me best part of 300 notes............... totally worth it
You sound just like my 15yr old nephew. As soon as anything isn't 'underground' then it's crap. He'll love a tune then he hears it on Radio1 and it's immediately dogshit.
If you're going for smart then you can't go wrong with a pair of basket weave. Some beauts on the dna grove site.
Nope, Monkey Boots were the boot of choice for an eleven year old ,at that time , before progressing to Dr Martens.
Black hob nails with steel toes caps, usually showing. Any good Army and Navy Stores. Or when younger, sanies, or some cheap brouges from Cuzon's, corner of Saville Street with cardboard inserts when the soles wore out. Early 70's, hob nails on a match day or Doc Martens if you could afford them. Night time, platform boots/ shoes or heavy brouges with plenty of Healys metal segs. Bought my first pair from a jumble sale. Two sizes two small but as heavy as two Humber tugs and they sparked when I walked over concrete. Messed my feet up though.
Lol Bus Driver. Paid a quid for my first pair of bovver boots from Army and Navy store. There was a mountain of them and you had to dig out a matching pair. Parents said I needed my head looking at when I went home Head shaved and Army booted... My mate got Australia. Army boots..…studs , horse shoe and other nasty bits of metal underneath... ….Sounded like a ferking horse as he walked in them.
