You know how it is – a trip away approaches and you start to think of the things you need. I also start to think of all the things that can go wrong as you trudge along in your snails pace moving line at those factories of fun “British Airports” (not that this prevented me once trying to get through security with what can only be described as a little metal hammer in my hand luggage. No I honestly forgot it was there and no they did not let me keep it.)

I know for a fact that some bored jobs worth WILL want me to take off my footwear and put them through the x-ray machine because I will be wearing boots. Big black clumpy Caterpillar style boots – well I am going to go up Carlton Hill and possibly the Cliffs overlooking Edinburgh for a full on billowy shirt moment so stout footwear is a must. But these type of booties attract the attention of the little Hitler types very much, and remembering that made me think about socks.

Yes, I’m sorry but I do tend to wear my socks to destruction, although they are always well washed I do tend to get beyond the normal mileage out of them. So I thought to myself “Do you really want to be standing there with your big toes sticking out of a well worn pair of socks or do we buy new ones?”

No contest, skint as I am it was time to buy socks.

M&S – fuck off! £10 for five pairs? Hmmm.

So I went down the Morten Harkett* and got five pairs of identical socks for £3. They’re only going to get worn to destruction anyway.

In other news, wibble.

* Morten Harkett (lead singer with foreign 80’s pop bastards A-HA) = Market.