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That was close, nope, mine are C&J cuntry shoes, bloody identical though.
Mine are sadly worse… as the toe cap has punched bowler hat and umbrellas
Ultimate c**t

This image brings on emotions unknown to me.
They are not nice or comfortable.
There will be no thanks for this.
Double Monks and Oxfords are not an option for me
Makes Snuff movies seem like the smurfs.
It would take two of those cripplingly pointy hoof-sheaths side-by-side to accommodate one of my flabby floor-flippers. I assume a lot of people on this forum never walk further than from the wanky coffee machine to the crapper for their ninth caffeinated blatter of the day…
Nah, just tiny hoofs!
I could walk miles in these!
What a depressingly miserable thread. The future is hopeless, the future is cord.
Let’s hope so!
Actually no… I prefer a moleskin myself
Aaaaand there we have it. A kindred spirit ![]()
I’ve succumbed and bought a pair of cords in a fetching pewter colour. 3/10 on the cunt scale I reckon.
The colour’s a bit… er… tasteful for this thread.
TBH, I really rather like it. I am now old enough and defeated enough to embrace grey cord trousers.
Iron a crease in them and you can double the cunt factor plus two.
I hope I’m never old enough to embrace cord trousers.
Sorry that was aimed at @Mrs_Maureen_OPinion

It’s always OK to talk, self harm is not the solution.
I had a customer a short while ago, who used to order a lot of cord trousers. Many colours - greens, blues, fawn, cream
. He was into a kind of Ivy League/preppy/mod thing but not in a slavish way.
Generally we’d make them with a plain bottom, cropped to just kiss the shoe and quite narrow. He’d wear them with penny loafers, or Alden split toe Norwegians, chambray shirts, or knitwear- roll necks etc. Also tweed jackets. He always looked fantastic.
Dressing well takes effort and can be expensive. Dressing badly can also take effort and be expensive. Corduroy, like anything else, will fit into both of these possibilities!
I’ve got a pair of green moleskin plus two’s in the garage somewhere.
May slip into them later for the Abbotoir’s delectation.