i saw lots of these on Friday, shod as i was vertiginous heels of immense and indeed intense pinkness.
Lovely work it is too, strutting about as a high heeled wonder. Why one feels that one really could touch the stars.
But there was a lot of shortness about.
And while I realise it takes all sorts to make a world, i have observed that the online dating site that i'm on (ha ha if 4 dates in about as many years counts as an active profile) is increasingly becoming a pocket rocket mecca.
This is not useful to a big bird like myself as there's nowt more likely to illuminate your lumpy bits than a Lilliputian courtesan.
Oh Don Juan de Richard Armitage, donde estan los hombres altos?