Those boots harken back to a more halcyon time when men rode large front wheeled tricycles, sported huge moustaches, played badminton in three piece 24 oz flannel suits and could buy a kilo of fudge for tuppence.
If you posted that at the other forums l am sure they would become the most popular thing since sliced bread, everyone would buy it. Advanced people need only apply because you ain't no-one until you own that boot - it's the ultimate qualification to be an i-gent. A crazy boot. Pthh.
Is there a wounded octopus on the vamp?
Of what we are afraid of, that is the question. We create a certain vacuum in our minds that enables us to let go of what the reality might be. We question and doubt our capability even without testing the waters. In other words, we would rather assume than try; give up than step out of our box.