I've never quite to grips with what that expression really means. Anyway, there was no waiting for the other shoe to drop this morning as I walked along Bideford Quay. Just near where the Oldenburg is moored was not one, but two, bright red ladies' platform shoes, laying on their side, looking rather forlorn. Because they were so close to the lip of the quay I feared that their unfortunate owner might have pitched headlong over the edge and into the river. I peeked down in the gap between the Oldenburg and the quay wall, but, I'm glad to say, there was no sign of a bright young thing (drunk young thing?) in the water.
Maybe whoever the shoes belonged to had found them too uncomfortable to bear and simply abandoned them. I am often surprised at the amount of footwear and clothing that can be found discarded on our highways and byways. Do the people to whom this stuff belongs not realise that suddenly they no longer have their trousers/shirt/socks on? What excuse do they offer to anyone who politely inquires: "Didn't you have a pair of trousers on when you went out?" Maybe they are like a South American footballer I was reading about recently. I think he played for a Peruvian team - Quito, possibly? - and was arrested by police who had found him running stark naked down the street. His explanation to his wife for how this state of affairs had arisen was that he was "being chased by a ghost". Brilliant, I think some of the grubbier types who infest the Premier League could learn from that. Certainly beats blaming "sex addiction".
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