I used to immediately get a crush on any guy who wore Clarks. I assumed he was a higher quality of man. After years and years of admiring the shoes (brought to my attention through Brit Pop — Gallaghers, pen pals, any dude wearing a fur-lined parka) I realized that I could get my own pair.

Huzzah. They are so cute and comfortable. Wearing them is like walking on tiny, British angels. I love them. All of my albums are better than Blur’s.

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