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Thank f*** for Flint!

As some of you may have gathered from the post below I spent last week pounding the streets of  New York. Mistakenly conceived as a holiday it felt more like a daily half-marathon and, now that I’m past 40, all that walking certainly took its toll on my poor plates (I wish I’d have taken my FitFlops because at least… read the rest of “Thank f*** for Flint!”

Foot for thought

Argh! What is it with us Brits? As soon as the sun pops out so do the flamin’ flip-flops. And with the flip-flops come truly manky male trotters. Now, I hate to come across like an old curmudgeon but these, collectively, are two of my all-time pet hates.

Firstly, flip-flops should never be seen gracing the feet of a man on the street. Unless he’s Australian, in which… read the rest of “Foot for thought”