The internet is a funny old thing but not as funny as the World of Warcraft wherein exist “Boots of Blasphemy“. Jane and I stumbled on this concept whilst trying to read the whole internet (as you do). It immedaitely set us thinking about what the magical power of said boots would be. Were they just a little tight and pinched when you ran for the bus? Or did they empower the wearer to stride around out blaspheming his enemies?

After two days in Ukraine, I can reveal that the Boots of Blasphemy are a pair of brown size eight ankle boots made by Prada about 5 years ago. Jane bought them for me and I brought them to Kyiv.

A Boot of Blasphemy.

The weather here has been just around zero: near enough so that the snow on the pavement is just on the verge of thawing and freezing all day. Walking around I’ve been slipping and sliding all over the place nearly falling over every five minutes repeating “Christ this is woaaahhh…. Jesus I nearly fell! Christ…” etc. over and over.

Some snow yesterday