thenonstopdancer

I can't bullshit for the fun of it anymore. On here anyway. This makes pee pee sad. Cause a certain someone will probably pull me up on it, spoil the joke and then kick internet sand in my face.

That said I'm a happy chap right now. I've moved in to my kick ass new flat, have an air tight social schedule coming up and I called off the hit on my girlfriend. All is good.

The shop is going well and my foot has fully recovered. I did have to by some new trainers to run in though. They tested my running and took videos and stills of my feet. Basically made me feel like the million dollar man only worth much less money. So you'd think science was to blame for my decision ?

Well you'd be wrong...

" So I think these ones"

" Which ones ?"

" The garish ones, definitely."

" Good. We also have them in black"

" No, I think I'll take them garish thanks."

" Really. God , any reason?"

" Only that they are the first trainers I've seen that are more retchworthy than my mate Lindsey's, and also that I'll never be tempted to wear them doing anything else outside running really fast."

" He's called Lindsey ?"

" Yes but it's the least of his worries. He'd probably really like these. "



See for yourself...