Dear, dear Emma Thompson, a woman after my own heart taking
to the stage at the Golden Globes ,martini in hand and bereft of her “killer
heels “.
My columnist status recently saw me nicknamed “Carrie
Bradshaw” by a friend so you’d think I would be the type to worship at the
altar of Louboutin or Blahnik but I’m with the esteemed English actress on this
one.
Having endured one too many heel related disasters where a
momentary loss of concentration on staying upright has ended with scuffed knees
or other injuries, not to mention the pure torture that is wearing the blooming
things in the first place from now on I plan to keep this pair of size 5 feet
firmly flat on the ground.
Yes that’s right no
more staggering like a newborn giraffe or fearing the worst whilst trying to
negotiate the hazardous combination that is spindly heel and slippery laminated
floor tiles.
This girl from the neck down may not be sex and
the city in her sensible flat shoes but at least she’s no longer walking
wounded of Walderslade.GIRL FROM THE NECK DOWN COLUMN -MEDWAY MESSENGER
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