I think I had an early onset old man episode the other day.
I had occasion to change laces in my trusty DMs the other day. Home in the evening and took off shoes. The laces were frayed and shredded. After ONE DAY. One tie only. Dilemma. Should I return or not. Thought better of that due he I would be perceived. But I can’t let it go.
Have others had experience of such catastrophic failure?
Laces aren’t what they were. Haven’t got the dam’ gumption don’t you know.
One day is particularly shite though. Take them back.
Could be your boots – are the eyelets rough underneath?
I’ve recently learned that you can repair the frayed ends of laces with heat shrinking tube. £1.50 worth of tube will repair about 25
pairs of laces. Surprisingly satisfying.
Please can you pop my dullest comment ever award in the post?
Cease this carnival of sensuality! As if the dishwasher pervs on the other thread weren’t bad enough…
“Shrink tubing with a hair dryer”.
F. Zappa
I don’t understand the OP.
Super glue works on my kids frayed laces if that helps.
It is a bit tricky, Uncle Wheaty – but I’m here to help!
– Leem bought some new laces for his DMs (a type of footwear)
– After only one day (ie knotted only once), the new laces were already frayed!
– Leem wants advice – should he return them for a refund/replacement? He’s worried about how he’d appear to the staff of the shop if he did so.
The last line of his post asks if anyone else has had a similar experience.
On Monday I bought a pair of Super U sandals (€15) which to my discerning eye looked identical to Birkenstocks (€115). I walked round the cultured city of Montpellier on Tuesday drawing admiring glances wherever I went. By the end of the day my new sandals were wrecked, split asunder.
Don’t be surprised to read in tomorrow’s Midi Libre “Super U manager recovering in hospital after removal of sandals from his rectum”.
I was hoping sandal/rectum interface would be something super-exotic in French, but it’s interface sandale/rectum.
I bought five RJ45 (Ethernet) sockets for my garage. I bought the expensive (and discontinued) MK brand ones so that they visually match the MK power sockets I installed last week.
I opened the box and two of them had fallen to bits inside their little plastic bags. A tiny little plastic nobbly* bit had snapped off so the rest just exploded into pieces.
No wonder MK stopped making them.
(*) technical term for you non-Engineers.
It always used to surprise me in my days as a working electrician that MK outlets etc. would be specified for installations, when they were a) the most expensive on offer and b) not all that well-made or attractive compared to some cheaper brands.
I do like the bevelled edge of a MK Logic Plus but, dear gawd, the price of the accessories…
Some pretty hefty trade discounts can be had on most manufacturer’s gear, but never available on MK stuff.
I bought some kippers online, from Mallaig. They were flipping wonderful.
Are we talking fish or ties?
If I might suggest, for the gentlemen’s consideration….
https://www.manxkippers.com/
Were they still alive?
The west coast kipper is known for its resilience…
I picture it simply slipping under your door, like a highly skilled limbo dancer.
Dr Martens sold their brand to an investment fund a few years back. I have heard a few stories of their poor quality since then.
DMs’ soles now wear out so fast the only people who still wear them are skidheads
Tunnnnnnes-ah!
Oh dear. This puts me in mind of the time I bought some paperclips rom Tesco’s, this must be what? Fifteen years ago if it’s a day? No, I tell a lie, I tell a lie, it’s more than that because I was living in Dunstable, the semi, before Kevin moved out, so it’s what? Must be 1990-something – is it really as long ago as that? Time just seems to fly by these days! So anyway, back to said paperclips, which muggins here got saddled with FOR MY SINS. They were in a variety of colours, so I should have had my suspicions, but you know how it is, I was probably in a hurry because the electric was coming round to fix the fusebox, no I tell a lie, I tell a lie … it wasn’t the fusebox, it was the meter, the thing was spinning like a top all the hours that God sends and I remember now why I wanted the paperclips because I was getting all the electric bills together so I had the evidence right there, I mean THREE THOUSAND POUNDS for the quarter? I know Kevin had his Playstation or whatever it was hooked up day and night but it was daylight robbery so I called them up which took an age you know how these customer service help lines are basically they’ve got your money so BUGGER OFF pardon my French! So anyway I got the paperclips home in time, lucky with the bus for once! Although it went by the hospital, it’s a lottery, sometimes it goes direct down High Street I don’t know what the council is playing at frankly what do we pay our rates for? So anyway, get on with it I hear you cry! Said paperclips were in what they call a blister pack, and I don’t know about blisters but the plastic gave me a nasty cut, like a papercut I suppose, across the knuckle of my … index? No! Ooh, I’m telling porkies again! It was my ring finger and I’m sure about this because I remember getting a little bit of blood on my wedding band which I was at pains to clean up under the tap so when I’d got that mess sorted if it’s not one thing it’s another! I set about clipping the electric bills together, it being my intention to make a dossier to show the electric, like a dossier of evidence. And this is where my haste in the stationery department came home to roost, because the clips had absoluely no spring to them if you know what I mean, they just bent and didn’t go back. It was a farce and I had a mind to get on the phone to Tesco’s right there and then and give them a piece of my mind in no uncertain terms! But I decided to use the stapler instead, only I was out of staples.
….then how did go about attaching your scrotum to the floorboards? Don’t tell me you used nails. That would be stupid.
Sorry? Who are you? Is Kayleigh there? This is Winnersh 5970031?
Rates in 1990?
Did Mrs Thatcher sacrifice her political career in vain?
The last time HP was in England, rates were collected by a man riding into the village on a horse.
The girls on the checkout in Presto nearly shat themselves.
Hopefully you didn’t buy these bone shaped ones.
Choice of bone or boner.
What he hasn’t let on is the realreason for the paperclips – you drill a teensy hole in the window at the front of the meter with the spinning wheel thing inside, carefully insert a straightened out paperclip and stop the little wheel from spinning: no more spinny, no more leccy bills! Why do you think he had to leave the country?
My mistake was using a coloured one. I don’t think it would have been spotted else.