These above are my (as yet unused) snowboard boots. Believe me, I’m not showing off, more pointing out that they show the kind of design that I admire. I love the multicoloured lining, the stitching on the handles and the little plastic tag at the back, and I especially like that someone has spent the time and money designing and manufacturing something that most people will never see because they’ll be hidden under the bottom of my trousers.
The title of the email from lastminute reads:
“is it really 296 days since you hit those slopes in Andorra?”
How the hell do I know? After all, I’ve gone back to calling it February. Needless to say that as it’s answered it’s own question (assuming it’s right), it gets quickly deleted.
It’s November, the trees are bare, I’ve wearing a hat and gloves and Starbucks have started using Christmas styled take-away cups, so why were the people in front of me in the queue yesterday ordering Frappuccinos? Enlighten me, because I just think it’s mad.