My resistance to the tyranny of socks has entered a new, more deadly, phase.
Confronted by the much feared inside-out sock, I realised by meekly turning it the right way out I was kowtowing to the dictates of socks. This, I will never do.
Ergo, I disregard inside-out socks and wear them with gay aplomb.
Hold on a minute.
I’m back. On the right foot is a red sock with ‘Tuesday’ on it. Ha! It’s not Tuesday. On the other foot is a blue sock. I can’t read the day on that because it’s inside out.
Listen up you feeble twats, rise up against socks. Don’t let them rule your lives.
T Shirts – don’t get me started on those fuckers.