Further to my recent thesis on socks, I thought I'd share with you an example of what's now so wrong with the world.
Here we have odd socks being worn. Odd on the basis of colouring. Odd on the basis of texture. Odd on the basis of design, seeing as the paler one has an 'ankle element' that has been folded down versus the 'trainer sock' styling of the blue one. Odd on the basis of size, because the heel of the blue one slips lower than the heel of the inhabitant, so that there's a surplus heel part a third of the way along the sole. Odd on the basis of hole content - quite visibly, the pale striped one has a gaping fucking hole through which a big toe is peering, as a mole might stick its nose into the midnight air through the opening from its little hill of earth on a lovely mown lawn.
I have, on a separate matter, injected into the food chain a further supply of socks for JJ (Junior Junior MWSC) so that for a short period, there are socks enough to go round. The natural laws of physics, geography, sociology and self-levelling will mean that very soon these socks ether end up on the foot of a visiting circus performer, or replace other socks that will move on to pastures new for the remainder of their life, perhaps being split up before they die.
Hopefully the colourful additions will stand out enough to prevent them being nicked by Junior.
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