I noticed in my sunday paper magazine that these seem to be making a comeback this summer. I lived in these when I was a teenage lad, mainly because I was sailing at least a couple of times a week or just hanging out at the (Royal Hong Kong) Yacht Club… twenty years later I'm wondering if I could get away with donning them again? Bear in mind I now live in Huddersfield.

A deck shoe:

Those have never gone out of fashion amongst the 'well to do' in Oxford.
Best worn with a Hackett polo and jumper draped over your shoulders, yah?

Huddersfield, despite what you might think, is not Oxford.

Wearing some right now in the office 🙂

You would get killed.

And rightly so.

I used to wear them when I was a teen in Slurrey and briefly after we moved to Cornwall because I thought they looked classy – never ever again.

I like mine (Timberland) but they take a good while to wear in.

And to complete the 80s look…

flash wears those…………on sunday mornings, with cream coloured chino's, a poplin shirt and a criket jumper worn loosely over his shoulders.

while eating eggs benedict and crossionts…….. 😀

What did you do wrong to end up going from a teenager hanging out at a yacht club to living in Huddersfield?

That's a big step backwards in life, eh?

I noticed in my sunday paper magazine that these seem to be making a comeback this last summer

you need a better sunday supplement

to living in Huddersfield

You don't 'live' in CleckHuddersFax – you survive.

😉

Oh dear…memories of my teens wearing Dubarry Navy/Burgundy Deck Shoes…with tassles twisted on to the ends of the laces; tastefully finished with Burberry argyle socks. All worn under slightly baggy jeans with turn-ups. Hard to believe now looking back. Never again 😳

Deck shoes are sooooo 2009

I've been away from the desk for a few hours, back at work now 😐

So….I'm behind the times, eh? They were last year's trend? Well that's not like me at all…These things take a while to reach these 'ere remote parts.
m_f: it gets worse…I work in Heckmondwike 😯

Ho hum: that's what happens when you fall for a Yorkshire lass