As I type this I am sat at FFC HQ with a hot water bottle up my jumper but still sporting a pair of havaianas flip flops. You see foolish as that may sound I believe that despite the minus 10 wind chill, the snow on the ground and the unrelenting numbness that is my foot, I, as a flip flops believer, need to carry the torch through wind and rain and never remove my lovely havs!
There are somethings in life that always seem to make me nostalgic. Any time I listen to Enter the Wu Tang (36 Chambers), A Tribe Called Quests ‘Electric Relaxation’ or see ‘Withnail and I’ my mind casts back to simpler times as a teenager. Whether cained in the forest or hanging out on the beach they instantly cast me back to situations that leave me either creasing up with laughter or wistful for some unfulfilled promise.
Harry the flip flops frog, where he hops, no one logs… he is as happy as can be!
Or so goes the child like theme tune when I look at these pics. Talk about commitment to flip flops sculpture. No wonder we were having trouble sourcing some havaianas flip flops from Brazil! All the one’s in Sau Paulo have been used building Harry!
There I was Sunday morning sat in a nice country pub with my lovely girlfriend (we’re talking cute pub dog sat on a stool at the bar, 2 locals supping early beers and a friendly landlady cleaning glasses) when I turn to a section of the paper and notice a big article on Primal Scream touring Screamadelica again.
I went to a Halloween party on Saturday dressed as a cowboy. It was great fun and pretty easy as
a) I didn’t have to shave,
b) could wear my cowboy boots and stetson which I love wearing when given the chance
c) could finally make use of the massive stuffed horse I found in the street a while back (he’s my new best friend and was at the center of every party group photo).