tight fit

Actually, giving this a title made me remember that band from the 80s who did a hilarious version of The Lion Sleeps Tonight. the lead singer was a buff (and camp) geezer in a nappyish loin cloth i seem to remember. what i definitely haven't forgotten is that i was in Down Memory Lane, a junk shop in Harrow on the Hill, when i came across a box of white label 12 inches. they cost £1 each - exactly the amount of funds i had back in those pocket-money weary days but there was one i REALLY wanted. there was also a copy of that very same Tight Fit epic, which was my mum's favourite song at the time. so, i had to make a choice. be a nice son and brighten up my mum's saturday or buy the one i REALLY wanted. yep, i did the right thing. she was delighted. the one i left behind? Ghost Town by the Specials!
anyway. back to yesterday's tight fit. a pair of white canvas converse-lookie likeys. size 10 but beyond painful. i think they were designed for some kind of human frog - long and narrow. every step was agony (you know what i mean). to the point where i lost the sensation in my feet. they went straight in the charity shop pile. my feet are still not back to normal today - i have mild pins and needles in my left one!
which brings me nicely on to the fact that there seem to be a lot of men in this town who settle for ill-fitting clothes. have you noticed how many guys there are around with trousers that are patently too short for them (and not in a Tom Browne luxe way). lots of 'slacks' flapping wowfully around the upper ankle. it's just not right. maybe they have unexpected growth spurts on the tube on the way to work? and what is it about guys with square shoes? if you want square shoes why not just buy the boxes?