Reading that thing on The Guardian site about Roman soldiers wearing socks and open-toed sandals, I was reminded that this week is the Cambridge Beer Festival. To enjoy the whole event cheaply, two of my happily hetero female friends in town used to pretend to be a couple (for discount Campaign for Real Ale membership) and tend bar in one of the tents (for cash). One is a now newish mother and the other is pregnant so there won’t be any of those shenanigans this year for them. The pot-belly brigade will probably have some kind of ceremony this year to mourn the passing of their lipstick lesbian barmaids.
And it’s Vegetarianism Week. And then there’s the Cambridge Folk Festival. Here they come, blocking up the ring road with their camper-vans.
Their position vacant section does not list lipstick lesbian barmaids. Perhaps they should email this pair for a film tie-in.
Socks and sandals: I tried the combo last summer. Remarkably comfortable. Say not the LibDems naught availeth.
‘His toes were pressed together like Smyrna figs.’ In one line, Saul Bellow explains the need for toes to be covered in socks rather than exposed in Jesus boots.
They’re not very nice things, toes.