As I travel up and down the lengh of this wonderful, multi cultural nation, I see this odd and at times, un-explainable sight. Like the strange UFO light in the night sky. The un-earthly sights of crop circles and the mystery that surrounds Roswell and Area57. I talk of that weirdest and so far un-tapped world of the roadside shoe.
We pass them every day but we are oblivious to them. They lie there, I think waiting in an odd and marcarbe way, for their owners who might suddenly realise that they are no longer with them. How do they get there? How long have they been there? Does the owner know that they have gone? All these questions need answering but so far I have not found a website that can do this for me so maybe, I thought, I could make an appeal. A bit like LiveAid or WaterAid but called ShoeAid.
I could get B and C list ex celebs like Sting, Darius Denesh, Sonia, Howard Jones ect to go on stage with a collection of the poor souls that are left abandoned by the roadside and help the plight of the un-known misery of the roadside footwear.
Laying, fruitlessly on the side of the A42 just north of Nunneaton is a single flip flop. How the hell did it get there? And on the M1 Northbound there is a workmans boot. Has the owner not realised that it has gone?
Come on Sting. Lets put this ShoeAid together and reunite the world with their shoes. Peace brother.
Mark.
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