Thought for the day

It dawned on me yesterday that, with the advent of personalised number plates in SA, cunning marketers have found another way to advertise their (usually tacky) products. The enlightenment came as a Mercedes SLK crawled past me in a traffic jam, emblazoned with ‘FTV Café’ on its plates. In the past I have seen ‘Teazers’ (along with stickers of naked women on his Lamborghini’s lights – what the hell was the dick thinking?), and ‘Danny K’ and ‘Felicia’ – brands of the human kind are not immune, it would seem.

The second thought that has crossed my mind in the past 24 hours, is that my broken toe will prevent me from wearing anything remotely resembling a decent shoe for the next few weeks. Trying to dress up smart for a tender presentation this morning, I smashed three Myprodols in my face, but still could not put the stubborn left foot into a heeled shoe. And what am I to do about my swish cocktail function on Thursday, or the ball on Saturday? Walk around with the lesser mortals in slip slops?! Nooooooooooooo…..