Thursday, 10 September 2009

There's No Place Like Riding My Bike, There's No...

Sometimes women can be such strange creatures. Take shoes for example. They'll frequently spend way too much for a pair of shoes that really aren't any more functional than a really cheap pair. There have even been legends about magical shoes which convey special powers to the wearer.


Being fully rational, I'd never fall for that kind of nonsense. Shoes are a functional, utilitarian object. They need to fit, support the feet and have appropriate grip/construction for the job at hand. Catering to fashion or looks is mere folly and vanity. The person who chooses shoes on such a basis is doomed to end up choosing form over function, media over message. Discomfort and disappointment will ensue.

Unless of course you're talking about cycling shoes.....



Oh i used to be disgusted
And now i try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

-Elvis Costello

But they'll have to catch me first!

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