I can just imagine little macca in that shop eyeing up the new box fresh Dunlops.
They caught my eye, sparkling like an angel sprinkling fairy dust.
Just one look is all it took and I knew I had tk have them.
I gave the man £1.50 and skipped home eager to put them on.
Such a shame that by the time I got home, the sole had come off and the laces disintegrated as if attacked by some acidic Alien juice.