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Shoes: a warning

  • Posted by Richard Herring
  • 16 May 2008

A potential partner's choice of footwear should be carefully observed

You can judge a person by their shoes.

I haven’t really considered that cliché before, but I think it’s probably true. You have to make a lot of decisions when buying a shoe, about style, comfort etc. It’s a definite statement, though it’s sometimes a statement which, although bold, leaves its audience thinking, “What the fuck does that statement mean?”

There was a girl opposite me on the tube today, who was reasonably attractive, her hair was quite trendy, her clothes were smart, but stylish. You’d probably meet her and think, “She looks nice, maybe we could be friends. Perhaps after a few weeks, we may become lovers. Then when the time is right, I will ask her to be my bride and we will buy a place together, have a couple of kids. I might have an affair about six years in. She’d be hurt, but she’d forgive me and in a sense the whole episode would make our relationship stronger. We would become old together and watch our grandchildren grow up in a world that neither one of use really understood any longer. But we would be happy.”

That’s what you’d probably immediately think.

Unless you looked at her shoes.

Because her shoes told a whole different story.

Firstly they were an odd, unpleasant shade of blue. Darker than navy, but kind of dirty. Not that the shoes were dirty, you understand. Just the colour. What was more striking was that on the toe of each shoe was a incredibly unattractive representation of a flower. I suppose it was a rose, with that petal inside a petal effect. But it was more of a kind of blodge on top of another blodge and was too big, and still in the awful blue colour of the rest of the shoe. The shoe itself was clunky and clumsy, seemingly painfully sensible from the front. But then I noticed that at the back it lifted up and was perched on a high and narrow heel. It was wrong. Like two shoes that had been involved in some kind of high speed shoe accident and had been welded together by an unscrupulous cobbler.

One had to ask why anyone would chose to buy such a shoe, but anyone can make a mistake under the hot lights of a shoe shop, so more importantly what kind of person would actually wear a shoe like that? The kind of person who thought that this was the shoe for them, must have something deeply wrong going on in their brain.

Far from forgiving you for that affair, a woman wearing that kind of shoe would take dreadful revenge upon you and the woman (or man) that you had dallied with. But she’d force you to stay with her for the sake of the kids and make the rest of your life a living Hell. However much you tried to explain it had been a mid-life crisis, that both of you were to blame because you’d taken each other for granted, old blue rose shoes would screw her face up at you and snarl and call you a bastard. You'd try to complain, but she'd hiss "Shut up, the kids will hear."

You’d die at 50 having subconsciously deliberately drunk yourself to death. And she would dance on your grave in her blue rose shoes (stumbling slightly due to the structure of the heel).

All because you had been failed to look at her shoes.

She got off at the next stop and I watched her awkwardly waddle off. In fact I watched the shoes. And considered the fatal mistake I had so nearly made. Realising that one day a man would come along who wasn’t so observant. The clopping of the sole on the floor was that unfortunate man’s death knell.

Could he not hear?

Could he not hear?

There are none so blind as those who don't look at people's shoes. Yet ironically it is the people who constantly look at people's shoes who end up bumping into stuff.

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30 comments from readers

evergrowingbrain
16 May 2008 at 14:32

"There are none so blind as those who don't look at people's shoes. Yet ironically it is the people who constantly look at people's shoes who end up bumping into stuff"

that is so profound. i'm having that tattooed round my chest.

a very sensible observation - I can often be seen on my way to work in a sharp suit with shabby running shoes on (as i intend to jog home after work). what must people think of me?

hopefully they realise I have my shiny office shoes waiting for me under my desk...

although maybe they don't care, or never look that far down because i have really ugly eyes or something. (i'm sure I read somewhere that the checklist for women looking at men is "eyes bum shoes" and for men looking at women is "chest bum chest bum chest bum" assuming they are standing at the correct angle or rotating slowly...

kaykagan
16 May 2008 at 17:20

I only wear Dr Marten boots, what kind of a wife would I make?!

Michaellyncy
17 May 2008 at 21:28

That depends on a few things; Are you female? Are you naked safe for the boots? Do the boots sport a sloppily applied and oversized floral image?

What do 'factory dirtied' converse trainers say about a 40 year old man that is wearing them?

goodbyetoallfat
18 May 2008 at 09:06

Until we were in our teens my younger brother and I only had one pair of shoes per year. Each September we were kitted out with the new regulation brown school shoes. By the time our feet had grown in the spring, my Mum would then cut the toes of the shoes out to become makeshift sandals.

In fact, I've just written a blog about how impoverished my childhood was:

http://goodbyetoallfat.blogspot.com

kaykagan
18 May 2008 at 14:15

Michaellyncy - yes, no and no. Flowery DMs are just hideous. I'm not sure why one would choose factory dirtied Converse over clean ones, it reminds me of http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2005/jun/14/uknews !

Michaellyncy
19 May 2008 at 20:03

If you really want to find out the answer to the converse quandry, it is unveiled on Richard's OFIF tour - only 2 scheduled gigs left!!

www.richardherring.com

In fact as I remember the answer comes up early in the routine so you can turn up watch that bit and then leave. This is the only reason I can think of that the sensible looking couple that were sat in front of me could have had for walking out in the interval of the Hovingham gig.

Spankabuttux
20 May 2008 at 01:15

I always worry about this issue, as I think women are ahead of us on this, and I only change shoes when they break. In the past I have been quite willing to walk around in shoes with open crocodile mouths with my socked feet as a tongue. I should care more, but frankly I don't. So, to me, my shoes say "I'm willing, but if this is a dealbreaker you're best off looking elsewhere"

Yes, I have been single for ages before you ask.

Spankabuttux
27 May 2008 at 03:03

Maybe I should change my name to 'Conversationkiller', jeez this happens so often it scares me. Carry on, don't worry about me!

evergrowingbrain
27 May 2008 at 09:31

I miss Louise.

swanseaLiker - don't take it personally. I agree that if someone rules me out because of my shoes, they may not be the sort of person i'd want anyway.

saying that, if you realise that this is affecting your happiness - then a trip to the cobblers may be a sound investment.

Louise
27 May 2008 at 14:35

"I miss Louise." Oh, wow, a fan!

Actually "evergrowingbrain" it may not have occurred to you, because it is not obvious, that "Louise" is actually also the same person as "goodbyetoallfat".

(And if you bother to look at my blogspot profile you will find my name is Sharon; Louise is and always was just my middle name -- yeah, I don't know why I registered it here either, but there you go.)

Yes I found me an internet ID which is unique and googleable and I did intend to post fewer comments from now on, to stop taking up all the comments space on Herring's blogs.

Also my time has become more usefully occupied since starting my own blog and becoming engrossed with that (and how many hits / readers / comments I get etc) -- ha ha -- blogging is addictive!

http://goodbyetoallfat.blogspot.com

Spankabuttux
28 May 2008 at 01:03

This reminds me of being at school and people would throw a penny on the floor and wait; the moment anyone stooped to pick it up they would be called a Gypo. Anyone being tight with money was called a Jew. Now, as a Guardian reader, I feel a bit weird about this. It reminds me of that peom about "The Goblin Men", who wrote that, was it Elliot?

Spankabuttux
28 May 2008 at 01:14

Sorry to post again, but this seems to me to be a perfect example of adult life as an updated playground. I think the moment I realised I was an adult was when I realised adults are just the twats I knew at school but just a little bit older. I was so looking forward to this as a kid, what a disappointment. Bah!

evergrowingbrain
29 May 2008 at 08:40

I'm so thick. didn't connect the discription of Louise previously, with goodbyetoallfat. now this has been pointed out to me, and it is all so obvious.

I've had a go on your blog too GBTAF (GBTAF!!!(in a TMWRNJ!!! or TWTTIN!!! type way (do you see what i did there?))) and its excellent - keep it up.

Louise
29 May 2008 at 12:29

You're not thick "evergrowingbrain" -- don't put yourself down so much.

I'm the one who (up until now) was airy fairy Ms Indecisive regarding my internet ID -- I have so many aliases I think Scotland Yard would have difficulty tracking me down.

Thanks for looking at my blog. :-)

kaykagan
29 May 2008 at 15:20

swanseaLiker - are you referring to "Goblin Market" by Rossetti? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goblin_Market

Spankabuttux
29 May 2008 at 23:16

Thank you, Kaykagan, for a great link, I love that stuff and was unaware of it, but no, I am referring to a poem which is almost certainly racist.

"Buy not their fruits" is one line I recall.

kaykagan
30 May 2008 at 08:04

Are you sure it's not that? http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/crossetti/gobmarket.html

""Lie close," Laura said,

Pricking up her golden head:

We must not look at goblin men,

We must not buy their fruits:

Who knows upon what soil they fed

Their hungry thirsty roots?""

It has double quotation marks now that i've quoted it! I really, really need to get a life.....

Spankabuttux
30 May 2008 at 13:28

oh, yeah, that's it! I'm so dopey.

Spankabuttux
30 May 2008 at 22:14

How did we get to goblins from shoes?

sammie
31 May 2008 at 06:26

swansealiker: heres a goblin song..

See the little goblin.

See his little feet.

And his little nosey-wose.

Isn't the goblin sweet'.

Enjoy!! shoes>goblins>blackadder...very weird!!

ps... i wear flip flops most of the summer, god only knows what that says about me............

stephen
01 June 2008 at 12:07

Genius Blog! I've used the shoe factor myself for years. Shoes really do say a lot about people. I myself wear green wellies with bits of glitter and gold/silver stars stuck on. Somehow I remain single?

Spankabuttux
02 June 2008 at 01:25

Thanks Sammie, now to turn it full circle, what kind of shoes do goblins wear? And what is the distinction between them and hobgoblins? Do hobgoblins wear different shoes?

Spankabuttux
02 June 2008 at 01:34

Has anyone else arrived here because of Richard Herring and checked out other stuff on New Statesman? I always thought it was boring, but there's some interesting stuff. Is it cos of age? I've gone from Whizzer and Chips to 0ink! to Viz to Private Eye to New Statesman. I'm only 33! Too fast!

Spankabuttux
02 June 2008 at 01:57

I still find The Economist boring though, maybe in a few years...

evergrowingbrain
02 June 2008 at 09:34

Hobgoblins obviously wear hobnail boots. thats the only difference.

Spankabuttux
03 June 2008 at 01:31

Goblins,hobgoblins, boots,: I applaud your pun, Evergrowingbrain, but I would imagine it is so neat it looks set up.

I am not the same person as Evergrowingbrain, it wasn't a deliberate set-up, I am just a bloke in a village in South Wales and I have no idea where 'Evergrowingbrain' is from.

Evergrowingbrain came up with that by him/herself, I assure you.

Spankabuttux
03 June 2008 at 01:34

I just thought of a joke;

What does the Queen do in the toilet?

A royal wee!

Is that new, or did them lucky 60's arseholes get it first?

evergrowingbrain
06 June 2008 at 09:55

just trying to make the conversation circular, and back to the footwear theme.

I'm a london boy (although mysteriously was south wales based for many years!)

Spankabuttux
06 June 2008 at 23:53

I was born in the Black Country (no, not Africa), so am also cosmopolitan/neopolitan/I've lost half my vocabulary I should drink less.

evergrowingbrain
17 June 2008 at 08:17

Weird coincidence - the goblin poem (not the blackadder one - the Rossetti one) was on Dr Who at the weekend - never heard it before in 31 years, then twice in a month.

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