7: Braving The Ice...
...in winklepickers.
For some unholy reason I disposed of every trainer/plimsoll like item i ever owned. anything that was not on the 'shoe' side of the footwear spectrum no longer belongs in my wardrobe. When I'm embracing the nightlife, I look like the belle of the ball with my expensive collection of leather winklepickers. However, now that england seems to be covered in a permanent sheet of ice, I regret making such a ridiculous fashion decision and instead want to root out my old battered gola trainers that would get me bullied in P.E. lessons. I find myself making outrageously conservative steps on my 30 minute trip to college, looking like I have **** myself by raising my legs in the air like an ostrich. So far, I have been late to college everyday for the past 2 weeks because even the kid with the dodgy limp and the mullet overtakes me. I've even heard him snicker whilst doing so.