Wayne Hemingway was on Radio Four last week expressing his love of ‘those plastic sandals that old men wear for bowls’.
It’s all very well saying that gents should get their puds out in the hot weather, but it’s almost impossible to walk normally in sandals.
How, we would like to know, is a bloke supposed to prevent his Birkenstocks from slipping off his feet?
Is effective sandal-wearing an innately feminine skill like needlepoint or conflict resolution? Is there a design flaw in our pair? Are we simply un-coordinated?