EDitorial ± 17-Jun-2005

Tyranny Of Socks

What with my bad ankle (of which much more at a later time, you lucky people), I've spent the last two days at work wearing, shock horror slight smell, no socks. This has been a liberating experience.

I'm reminded of (a) that happy period in the early noughties when it became acceptable to not wear a tie, and (b) that Bruce Willis advice from the first Die Hard film about savouring the feel of carpet underfoot after a flight.

Come on chaps, let's assert our right not to wear short stockings.