Drunken, dirty and dishevelled

I used to go out a lot. There was the night I dressed up as Frank Sidebottom and stayed up till the next day drinking. The time I tried to fall asleep on one of the pool tables of a cheesy pirate theme pub. Or when I only went home when i was falling over too much, only to run into a parked limo full of bemused 40-somethings and then run back out shouting 'orange legs!'. Or the time I tried to convince my friend to throw me down the stairs so i wouldn't have to go to work that morning. These shoes remind me of those times, nights spent waiting for the carbar going a little mad from lack of sleep, slippery, falling-over times, looking like a wreck times.

These are definitely NOT fembrogs

But they are funny.
Imagine for just a minute that these shoes are comfortable; wouldn't it be funny to parade around in them like some sort of retro-porn gangster? I can imagine a classier version of Barbara Windsor wearing brogues like these, a sort of ball-breaker femme fatale (just thought I'd dump in a couple of clichéd stereotypes there!) type person.

What is Italian for "You have the best motherfucking brogues in the entire world!!"

So on a recent trip to London I found these amazing brogues. The owner of the shoes was Italian and it was then I realised that no matter how much French you know, you cannot bluff your way round every European language. I did manage to get that the shoes are handmade in Italy...swoon! A beautiful and archetypal example of fembrogs.