Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Biting the bullet
Two posts in one day - I had to tell someone, other than H.I. who is feeling a bit ill right now (suspected 48 hour norovirus), which is why I have not left the house.
I've just spent £400 on a pair of these black Crockett and Jones boots, and I am now shaking with the psychological shock of having done so.
The thing is that I already have two identical pairs in brown (Conistons, actually), but I need some black shoes to go with my charcoal grey Armani suit, and - after a lot of soul-searching - I have decided that nothing but Crockett and Jones 'Northcote' boots will do.
I could have spent £250 on a pair of Churches (the shoes, not religious buildings), but they are just not built as well as Crockett's - no shoes are built as well as Crockett's in my opinion. Having stared at dozens of different types of expensive black shoes recently, I could not settle for anything else, and short of bespoke, these are the most expensive.
The pair I have just bought are the last of my size (12) left in the whole of Britain right now, though I could have ordered a pair from the factory - if I could have waited the 8 weeks they would take to make. By that time, the wedding of the century would have been long passed, so I couldn't wait.
Somehow, knowing that - at my age - these will be the last pair of non-working shoes that I will ever buy, doesn't console me. If anything, it makes me depressed to think that they will actually out-last me, and will be fought over by some big-footed men before I am even cold in my grave.
Bloody hell, I am fed up with being poor, but I have only myself to blame. I might end up as the best dressed tramp in the West.