Anyhow, after passing the large hoard of overweight bouncers, I was signalled over to one of them - he had a clipboard. Clipboard mafia was my instant thought - I do not want to take part in any survey about what I think of the 5th ave experience. I think it's pretty poor to be honest and the bouncers at that club are by far some of the most obnoxious and jumped up in town. But there was no survey to complete, instead, they wanted me to sign a contract, accepting 'liability' for any damage done to my feet as a result of my 'inappropriate footwear'. Apparently, there have been a number of incidents where stilettoed girls have crucified sandal wearing ladies with their points and 'ripped their toes off'.
FFS.
I think the words of Peter Andre are appropriate here, this is insania.
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Hmmm..... ask the bouncers to look at some real killer heels:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=112512866
Yet another sign of the compensation culture gone mad! Also makes me feel seriously old, in my clubbing days you could still smoke inside so what was a decapitated toe between friends?
Soon you will need your health record to enter
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