I had one of those moments the other day..
A completely style unaware (and frankly downright scruffy and dirty) friend of mine called me over whilst we were out and about to get my opinion on some ‘trainers’ he liked the look of..
Imagine my surprise when I found him stood in front of a rack of very gawdy golf shoes..
Then imagine my dismay as.. instead of the words ‘they would suit you to a tee’ issuing forth.. I laughed and spluttered something along the lines of ‘they’re golf shoes you fiend.. get a grip..’
This is one of the few regrets I have about my life.. as the sight of him skidding sideways into the olde cyder bar thinking he was the bees knees and trucking like a pimp.. but really looking like a sweaty white Don King on some bad acid would have kept me chuckling for months.. years even..