fashion

Here in our CAMHS clinic, I’ve been having to explain to my colleagues about the differences between chavs, moshers, emos and goths. I’m fairly young (well, early 30s) so they look to me as the expert on what the hip kids are boogieing on down to in groovetown.

Of course, I’m always up for increasing my knowledge base, so I thank Mental Patient About Town for pointing out that the Daily Mail has put its finger on the pulse of emo, and has worked it all out.
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Just lately on hospital wards I’ve increasingly noticed nurses walking round with what appears to be a small rabbit hutch on each foot.

These things are apparently called Crocs. People keep telling me how comfy they are, and that they’re practical because you can lob them in the washing machine, thus cutting risk of hospital-acquired infections.

I refuse to wear them myself because, well…because they look bloody ridiculous, that’s why. I don’t care how comfy they are. I’m not walking around looking like I’ve just stepped into a child’s Duplo set and can’t get them off my feet.

And now, apparently they’re a safety risk. It seems they cause electrical equipment to explode. Ha! Take that, We-Love-Our-Crocs Brigade! You cause stuff to explode! Mwahahahahah!