Ritual Burial

The family will be holding a ritual burial and wake in honour of my Sketcher's sandals which have now past away, their last hours spent in the tortuous grip of Herbie who gnawed the last buckle. They'd recently split and the writing had been on the wall for a while; they'd begun to pong and fashion disaster 2006 (wearing them ignorantly and willingly with socks into the office) meant that they were doomed to a certain and disappointing death.

My feet will sorely miss them though, proper bloody comfy they were.