Anyway, the amount of weird looks I got was fucking hilarious! Dirty nasty evils looks even, for fuck sake it's only SHOES! Hello? There were people pointing and staring in disbelief, laughing... "OH CHUCKLE! OMG! WTF? Different coloured trainers!" Some people looked disgusted, some angry even. This is amazing. It's not like the shoes were odd, they were the same size, same brand, same amount of holes, just different colours which still co-ordinated with everything else I was wearing. It's not as though I looked like Jimmy Corkhill in Brookside when he had his manic-depressive episode and when running into the Mersey Tunnel with one brown boat shoe and one black loafer or whatever the fuck it was.

Even if I had been wearing completely odd shoes, is that such a crime? Who cares? "War in Iraq?... Yawn..." ..."Global warming?... Zzzzz..." ..."Millions of people dying all over the world every fucking second?... Nah..." ..."End of the world? Umm, turn the TV over, we're missing Emmerdale.."....

"ODD SHOES!? HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!? WHAT, HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD?! CALL THE FUCKING FASHION POLICE, THIS IS A GLOBAL FUCKING CRISIS! WE CANNOT AFFORD TO NOT BE VIGILANT, LET'S STAND TOGETHER ON THIS EVERYBODY, CONFORMITY AND TRADITION AND GENERALLY ABSURD CUNTISHNESS MUST PREVAIL!!!"

And I was in Baristas coffee shop, there were only 3 Spanish people in there and everyone else was like, cunts who just finished work, must draw a different crowd in the day... The 'We've just had a hard day at the office' fucktards. Yeah, so these 3 women who were about 30 were looking at me and laughing and whispering so I looked directly at them like "Yeah bitch... WHAT?!" and the one that was facing me got all scared, yeah haha, and she smiled, cheeky bitch, pretending to be friendly. Then the other 2 left and she said "Ooh I was just saying I love your shoes!", but she was saying it in a sarcastic tone, the bitch had just noticed that I'd clocked her and was probably scared I was gonna knock her the fuck out, fucking fake assed whore knickers.

People just wanna get a grip, wow, DIFFERENT COLOURED SHOES. I mean shock fucking cuntfaced horror! I've worn some things in my time... When I was 19 I went out every friday in row for 6 months in a different themed costume, and that was just to the local pub up town in Caerphilly and no one gave a shit. Flourescent pink hotpants with a flahing She-Ra sword, etc. It was just to be expected, even about 2 years later people would still say "Where's your costume?" It's fine. It's normal! For a few months when I was in my teens and longed so much to fit in with all the pikey criminals, I'd wear a day-glo yellow tracksuit jacket with bright orange and black tracksuit bottoms and lime green trainers... Did people get bothered? No! Because that's what everyone was wearing. What about all the silly kids walking down the street looking like Nicky Sixx without even the faintest waft of irony lingering about their frollets? Who gives thm a dirty look? Not the 3 bitches in Barisatas Coffee Shop! And since when has emo or hardcore been connected with 1980s poodle hair rock anyway!? Hello I though Kurt Cobain was meant to have killed hair metal. It's ok for fun, but the children are so thick, they take it seriously, they haven't got a clue. But that's fine and I sort of like it. Because it doesn't matter. Everything should be fun. But now and then I hate everyone, in the nicest sort of way. I feel happy that people get angry at different coloured shoes. That's great. That's funny. And I'm missing Eastenders, which is annoying. Grrr.

Nadine ('Nadoone') Davey