Occasional ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
So farewell then boating boots
Bought for three pounds ninety nine in Help the Aged in Huddersfield In 2006. Or it might have been 2007. The best boots I have ever had Unlike most Dr Martens, you had fantastic grip And so were jolly good for boating You had a good life But now you are no more A big crack in the sole letting the water in. I knew the end was coming by the way you flexed. I have been to Eastbourne today and bought some new boots Which are waterproof But they'll never be as good as my boating boots.