When flying in a hot air balloon, take another tip from me: wear sensible shoes. I pranced across the open fields like a gay little pony this evening, and it was remarked upon. (Indeed, the BBC caught it on camera, so I will be known as The Pansy-Runner - with my little toes pointed and my wrists held up and limp - forever.)
They did
tell me to wear sensible shoes, and I didn't listen: I have nobody to blame, therefore, but myself.
And possibly Primark, for making such shoddy quality footwear. Damn £6 plimsolls. They are not conducive to a convincing display of athleticism.
Posts
