When living in London, one should be lucky enough to live near a 20's crash pad (often filled with Kiwis or Aussie's) where you can experience the true sights and sounds of an all-night party - that you have not actually been invited to. Music is good, party goers are drunk until all hours, and in the morning you are then privileged to behold the wobbly aura of the party survivors left standing on the garage roof (still holding their beers, trousers optional).

During the most recent extreme party fest at the Kiwi all-night party-pad next door, a pair of shoes narrowly escaped the rigors of party mania by sneaking through an open window and landing on a small sturdy roof. (Please note: We are confident that this small roof is indeed sturdy because the house is actually inhabited by roofers who are still employed).

After waiting almost 2 days for the owners feet, the shoes decided to wander on and have not been seen since. Most likely they have started a new life by joining the Oxfam bin down the street (which is conveniently located in front of the cemetery).