We just had an enthusiastic promotional Kickers girl bribe us with beer to write a story about them. She didn't need to. As soon as we got them in the office and Raworth realised they were in his size (and it was raining outisde and he was wearing flip-flops) that he'd wear them down the pub for the daily tickle.
There's a few fashionistas in our office who refuse to pay for any clothes unless they're packaged in a box made of elderberry skins and a velvet drawstring bag. Even they turned their heads when the Kickers came in.
In fact, it was universally agreed from the workie (who has an awful taste in red trainers and fat laces) to the main man (who ony wears brogues and pin-stripe suits) that we would all wear them. And would want to wear them. And that they were doing good things for a good price. Can't really say fairer than that, eh?
Check out the two samples shots we were given (the Fred Boat, above, and Bob Boat, right). Smart in't they?
You knows it, Gerald.


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