The new boots are not the same as the vegetarian shoes, BTW; both pairs of shoes-I-wear-to-work chose to fall apart at the same time, necessitating far more shoe-purchasing than I'm generally into.
I was accosted when parking this morning by one of the many souls who wander Southwark all day clutching cans of lager and muttering to themselves. My heart sank to hear his "Excuse me luv...luv!", but he only wanted to ask me where I got my Kickers. I told him, and we had a short and surprisingly un-mad chat about boots, and the pair he'd bought from the catalogue a few weeks ago but they didn't sell the colour I was wearing (they are bright cherry red and delight my soul).
I didn't ask why someone who buys name brand boots from a catalogue would be scrounging for dogends in a Borough gutter.