I was struck with horror upon seeing a big pair of black Bass in a suburban charity shop yesterday. Remember, I dwell in an area where even toddlers have 'Love&Hate' tattooed on their knuckles and the Ku Klux Klan has its UK base. It was the tassies that really knocked me sideways, though. I cannot, now, think of anything more appalling. Yet I had a pair at 13 and another pair when over 40. Today, I just couldn't.
In fact, the more I see those around me in their 'I'm With Stupid' or Bench/Hackett drivel the more I retreat through the dusty curtain, heading in the direction of absolute 100% cotton, cashmere or lambswool plain-ness. Same goes for shoes.