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Feb. 1st, 2025 10:39 pmTo the Shoe Zone in Fareham this morning. Although the Hobos I’ve usually bought from there usually only last me a few months, at least they’re comfortable.
I’ve been a size 12 since fourth year of senior school. Tried on a few pairs of flat slip-on size 12s and found getting my feet into them a bit of a squash. Tried the same style as one of them - not Hobos but similar - in a 13 and they were most comfortable and didn’t flop about at the back. So they were the ones.
Consigned my previous pair to the firefighters’ clothes bank.
Jade and I had arranged to meet at Fleetlands v Whitchurch United this afternoon. Was nearing the ground with a hour to kick-off when she phoned to say the match was off. I looked at Twitter and, sure enough, the match referee had deemed the pitch unplayable just twenty minutes earlier.
We went for our KFC anyway then got the bus to the Sailmaker and had a catch up chat, and groused about the cancellation of the match, over a few coffees and hot chocolates. I was feeling particularly aggrieved, as the game being called off so late deprived me of a badge on Futbology for attending a game on Stanley Matthews’ birthday, and I won’t get another chance to get that badge for six years.
Bus home. At a loose end for the rest of the afternoon. Went for a lie down with Radio Solent on.
I’ve been a size 12 since fourth year of senior school. Tried on a few pairs of flat slip-on size 12s and found getting my feet into them a bit of a squash. Tried the same style as one of them - not Hobos but similar - in a 13 and they were most comfortable and didn’t flop about at the back. So they were the ones.
Consigned my previous pair to the firefighters’ clothes bank.
Jade and I had arranged to meet at Fleetlands v Whitchurch United this afternoon. Was nearing the ground with a hour to kick-off when she phoned to say the match was off. I looked at Twitter and, sure enough, the match referee had deemed the pitch unplayable just twenty minutes earlier.
We went for our KFC anyway then got the bus to the Sailmaker and had a catch up chat, and groused about the cancellation of the match, over a few coffees and hot chocolates. I was feeling particularly aggrieved, as the game being called off so late deprived me of a badge on Futbology for attending a game on Stanley Matthews’ birthday, and I won’t get another chance to get that badge for six years.
Bus home. At a loose end for the rest of the afternoon. Went for a lie down with Radio Solent on.
