Their time has come. Much as I love them I am now too embarrassed to be seen (dead) in them. Click on the photo above and you will see why.
Scuffed. Ripped. Split. Collapsed. The polish corrupted into white streaks. They have had their day.
Instead they are to be replaced by a great stonking pair of toe-tector Cat boots of the highest calibre (above right). We’re talking industrial safety wear here. We’re talking boots that can crush hand grenades beneath their heels. Boots that can kick completely through Kevlar body armour. Boots that would make the American military weep in ecstatic envy.
World, I’m a-coming to get yer.
Booted and suited.
Leathered up like a good ‘un.
Down at heel but up with the best.
You can all kiss my eyeholes.