Spastic Trainers
I have a best mate and I've known him years. Our lives mirror each others in a eerie way and this such coincidence happened when we both found ourselves unemployed in the sprawling metropolis of Luton. During this time I thought I'd buy myself a new spanking, shiny pair of Nike trainers obviously to blend in with the other indeginous chavsters of Luton. I don't know about you but a new pair of trainers stick out like a sore thumb, they're whiter than white and generally I feel like a plum until I've muddied them up a bit.

I arranged to see the new Austin Powers film with above mate who I hadn't seen in awhile. Imagine my shock when he turned up in the same sparkly whiter than white trainers as me, we looked like the initial stages of a demonic form of Chuckle Brother. I only thought wearing the same stuff only happened to women....at weddings.

We were late for the film, so a series of hand brake turns and wheelspins found us in Luton Town Centre a couple of clicks from the Cineplex. Being unemployed the only objective of the day was not being late to see the start of Austin Powers. So my mate and I legged it through the precinct to the cinema and by no means are we small lads 6'2" and 6'5" repectively with size 12's. There we were sprinting as fast as we could holding up traffic, sliding accross bonnets and kicking wheelie bins out the way with the same ultra, glowing white trainers on. We looked like we'd broken out of a Chinese Nike sweat shop trying to complete the Krypton Factor assault course. If there was a camera crew available I think we would've made a good Nike commercial. Just think of that BBC advert a while back with those two blokes doing Parkour accross the roof tops. Only with lots of falling over and passers by getting kicked out the way with not one but two pairs of spookily coincidental purchased footwear.
(Cheesy Peas, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 12:49, Reply)