There was a Daily Mail (quelle surprise!) story 'tother day about a bloke upset that his online ordered slippers has swastikas in the grip pattern on the sole.
Above: Sam Purdie with the Nazi slippers. "They ain't purdy."
Well imagine my shock when for my recent birthday (I'm 28) Mrs H asked what I wanted. After my usual litany of wine gums, beers n whiskey, I said I might need new slippers. 'Cos I like gardening I said "what about some pansy ones?" (I move with the times, see).
I think I may have to return these though:
Not only did she get it wrong, but they clash with my T34 loafers (if you don't know, ask your dad).
Mind you, I have taken to singing "snooze-time, snooze-time uber alles" of an evening.
Plus I can't wear them whilst shaking my fist at the News at Ten. I don't want people to think I'm a sauerkraut.
And to close here's a sign Mrs H and I stumbled across in Marlborough, in case the above has driven you to alcohol. Amen.