The ongoing saga of my shit Clarks footwear continues apace. You’d think I might have just stopped buying Clarks shoes, but I can’t. I just fucking can’t.
Further to my note of the 4th of January 2010 in which I complained about the rubbish pair of Clarks Oxfords that had fallen apart on me (after very little wear, I hasten to add), I write to tell you of the fate of their replacements. Putting my faith (perhaps foolishly) in Clarks I bought another pair of Oxfords. After only four months the heel is already worn through, exposing an unsightly and impractical void within. They are rubbish shoes. They are rubbish Clarks shoes and I hate them and I am very cross with you, Clarks. Very cross.
That’ll learn them.
