New shoes....

Aren't they glorious? I mean, check out that silver tip!

These were tonight's choice of shoe. I say choice, but what I mean is that I voluntarily swapped my perfectly good pair of Clarks for a pair that had seen more than a few pairs of feet inside them. Mmm. Lush.

Of course, these are bowling shoes, and for the first time in several years I found myself tenpin bowling. Only a small venue, part of my initiation into the circus...

I was, predictably, rubbish. There were moments of brilliance, but more often moments of sheer not-hitting-anything. I didn't quite come last, but sat comfortably just above that position (by the skin of my teeth).