A coach sits in the car park of the hotel. It proudly proclaims its home town of Blackpool. The hotel is almost full and Gorse Fox get stuck behind two elderley Lancastrians.

The woman stops.

She turns to her husband (lover / partner / toy boy).

"I don't care what they say, I'm taking my shoes off tonight".

Gorse Fox hadn't realised this was problem in the north (maybe Muppetlord can shed light on it) but at least in Worcestershire shoe-removal seems trouble-free.

[File under: Whimsy]