Well……..maybe two……or three……

…………about 3,000 actually.

Well then, although not my best introduction to a post, that was it - so, onwards and upwards from here (I promise).

Currently, my Tumblr account has been feeling fairly neglected. In metaphorical terms, it is the abandoned spaniel, sat in a box on the M4, wanting nothing more than a lukewarm biscuit.

But, just as the RSPCA would come along and whisk our furry friend away to a sanctuary of doggy-ness…(I honestly couldn’t think of a better word there), I have arrived to drag my Tumblr account back into life.

But what on earth do I talk about?

My last post was a rather soppy and emotional posting as I’d just been for a drive in a Ferrari Dino 246 - an all time favourite of mine, and only playing second-fiddle to the gorgeous Lamborghini Miura. This post however, requires something a little different - though hopefully not another rant, as I’ve come to realise I’m quite an angry old bugger at times.

Recently I bought a pair of boots. They are known commonly as “Chelsea Boots” or “Beatle Boots” because of their links with the ‘Fab Four’, but personally, none of that matters to me. I like them because I find them very comfortable and fantastic boots to drive in.

Although my father would disagree with me on this…

The boots in question are made from black, polished leather and sport a 2” Cuban heel. I have owned similar pairs in the past, each of which were mistaken for boots worn by a ‘lady’ and each pair deteriorated very quickly. The heel - often the reason for people drawing such judgements on them - is ideal for driving in my mind. Upon changing gear, I release the clutch and can quite happily lean my clutch foot back onto the heel, so I’m ready for another gear change when the moment takes me.

My father on the other hand thinks otherwise. He would describe the boots as “unneccessary” and “not suitable for driving.” His reasons being that with each gear change, the heel is worn down and as a result, the boots require attention from a cobbler within a month or two.

So, what are my options?

Being a Mod, I’m after something smart. I’ve considered the Paul Weller style two-tone brogues, but they’re simply not my cup of tea… Even the 1” Cuban heels I own have come under the same scrutiny from Dad.

At this point, I shall leave you - probably slightly bemused as to why I spent the best part of an A4 piece of paper’s worth talking about boots and not much else of any significance.

In my next post, I shall tackle the ongoing threat posed by slightly squeaky cupboard doors - is your sanity at risk?

And erm…..on that note,

Ta-ta.