While I was there a slim, young man in a striped shirt carrying a Cleverley's bag came in. Â
No, that wasn't me. I did have a look, couldn't find anything and left within five minutes. That's the problem as a member of the Imelda Club, once you have passed the second dozen of shoes you get so blasÃ© and it is very hard for any shoe to take your fancy. I also have this little man (I think his name is "Conscience") who whispers into my ear, every time I enter a shoe shop: "You need new shoes like a hole in the head."