... this time at Israel's treatment of Gaza: some protesters have taken to hurling their shoes through the gates at Downing Street. That dude that horsed his gutties at Bush has set a trend that sees shares in Clark's sky rocket in otherwise trying economic times.
Good on them I say, and I love the picture of the aftermath. I can only hope that the walk home was broken glass and dog cack free.
I used to sell shoes in a swanky department store in Edinburgh. We sold toffs' brogues for hundreds of pounds a pop though we also catered for neds who, at the time, liked Timberland boots and Rockports. They liked quality nubuck waterproof footwear to boot the hell out of one another.
The neds were a pain in the hump, who'd have thought, as they used to deliberately sabotage the boots when they started to look a bit shabby, and get another pair for nothing due to the warranty. We'd tolerate this once but I can remember one guy coming in after taking scissors to his second pair. We took his boots and said yes we'd send them back. He said ok, can I have a new pair. Turns out that day we didn't have his size, in anything, other than a fit up job. He got his money back and walked out onto Rose Street in his Ralph Lauren socks. My did we laugh at that.
Solution for Gaza: take all the shoes thrown in protests around the world, stitch them all together and make a giant shoe. Drop this bugger from space on Israel. Let them know how it feels to be treated like something you would scrape off your shoe.
