The smallest things, that I'm sure nobody else living in the civilized world would get upset about, seriously get on my nerves and make me ratty.
Aforementioned Diesel Trainers that make my feet look like they have been stamped on are showing signs of being knackered already, just three short weeks after me shelling out £70 odd quid on them.
The sole of the trainer is starting to come away from the main part of the shoe already, now I wouldn't mind so much if I wore them every single day or had been kicking footballs around on the concrete etc but I haven't!
"JUST TAKE THEM BACK" - That's what you're saying as you stare at the screen, yes I should really but I have a choice:-
Do I stick them myself or do I head back to town and face the friendly retail assistant on rocket propelled wheels?
This shouldn't really be too difficult a choice, since I'm suffering from yesterdays football and drinking session, and I've got a fuse as short as Ronnie Corbett, so I think I'll apply what little artistic talent that I have got to botching the repair with some lock tight superglue, rather then go in to USC and risk the overly sarcastic and arse kissing "Hi Ya" I'm likely to get, when all I want to do is shout at them for selling shoddy tat that falls apart after 3 weeks.