Gawd its boring

Its that useless week between Christmas and New Year that is just totally pointless. Yes ok I am off work and there is much to say about that, but there is bog all on the tele and the streets are packed with people scrapping with each other for that all important bargain.
Speaking of which I popped into the Trafford Centre earlier, jesus what a bun fight. Total chaos and I couldn't get out of there quickly enough.
Mind you, I went into town yesterday and picked up this beauty http://www.oipolloi.com/oipolloi/gfx-items/3500-300.jpg
But I sit here, watching Sky Sports News on a loop, and wait for 5th Jan when its back to the workhouse

It's the most wonderful time of the year

To continue the locally based clothing theme, now the cold has arrived with a vengence, it has been time to dig out the Henri Lloyd jacket.
A jacket from the Worsley based firm has been a staple in my wardrobe since the mid 90s. In fact the first HL jacket I ever wore was bought for me
for my 21st birthday back in Jan 1995 and since then there has always been at least one jacket on my back, alongside a number of jumpers, t-shirts and jeans and hats.
It is a label that has always attracted me as it is casual, without making you look "scally" and there is nowt wrong with giving the impression that my weekends are
spent on some yacht moored off the coast of Monaco, or Butts Basin in Leigh. And that is before you think about its ability to keep you warm on some freezing terrace in the middle of
Jan. Of course by buying Henri Lloyd I am keping the money in the Manchester area, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Anyway, I have dusted off my lovely black number, that has been in dock since last winter, and shock horror it doesn't really fit. I mean I could get away with it
but for those cold days at the football, wrapped up with a thick jumper and scarf round the neck, it's just a little tight.
Gutted.
Still with high street in the state it is in, and Christmas quite literally round the corner, I can feel a few hints coming on, I mean, who would want to see me full of a cold?

No more three stripe

When I was a school I had a mate who had a pair of trainers, nothing strange in that of course, we all did, especially in the 80s, I loved my Adidas Kick and New Balance Bryan
Robson trainers, but this guy had the same pair for years. They were plain black, with a long tongue and I mean long. They actually resembled a pair of rugby boots but with no studs of course.
And like I say he had them for years, in fact I think he had them for the majority of time we were at high school. They were that durable that he could play football in there, run in them and wear them casually and they never split or ripped. They were a pair of Walsh trainers. Sadly I never had a pair of them in those days, I was too easily seduced by the three stripes.
Over the weekend I was doing a spot of shopping and popped into Life, a clothes shop that has had many a penny from me over the years, but sadly in the last few, not too much. Anyway, there I was mooching around when I noticed a rack of shoes, and there it was, the name, Walsh. The name stirred up the olden days, and that immortal pair of black trainers, I had to take a wander over. There were no black leather trainers there, but these beauties stared at me back from the rack http://www.normanwalsh.com/trainer/12.
I was in love again, I had to touch them, to have a feel. I was reborn, never mind the three stripes, the trainers that everyone these days wear. The Walsh Bazley are the trainers that I need to get on my feet.
Walsh, in case you didn't know, is a local company based in Bolton, so not only do my feet get the fantastic trainers they are used to, but my custom stays in the region. Everyone is a winner.
A request for a pair for my birthday in January has already been made.