Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Socks

When everything else fails to lift your spirits, buy a pair of expensive socks.

I did yesterday. And when I put them on this morning, it felt like the first time the woman of your dreams puts her hand in yours.

I'm telling you, expensive socks. There's no better cure for the blues.

7 comments:

Rorie South said...

Sorry to bring you down, but you know that one of the socks is going to end up missing in the washing machine and never come back!

Best cure for the blues? Camembert cheese and crackers. But I felt blue afterward, so I guess that doesn't help.

Suggestion noted!

Bruce Hodder said...

Ha, yes, all happiness is transitory. And the wearing of said socks isn't quite the same the second time anyway, because your feet have adjusted to the new world they've walked into.

They've got uppity on you.

Bruce Hodder said...

My dad tells me he has the same predilection for expensive socks. I never knew that about him! Born from good stock you see...

Anonymous said...

Must be Hodder genetics. Both me and dad have both said, on separate ocasions to different people, that if we ever found ourselves faced with the prospect of having unlimited funds we'd have a new pair of socks to put on every day, because there's simply nothing like slipping your feet into a virgin pair of Marks and Spencer's finest.

Simon

Bruce Hodder said...

You want to try socks from BHS. My God! They're better than sex.

Rorie South said...

Socks better than sex? Hmmm must give it a whirl then!

Bruce Hodder said...

You know, it can't be true that socks are better than sex, can it, though I was never very proficient in the sack. But an expensive pair of socks IS a meaningful experience. Trust me on this.