Balls of her Feet?

Back on the commute today...the usual post-holiday trawl through hundreds of emails and the desperate racking of the brain to recall the stuff I was sure I knew before I left.

Not much chance for blipping, then, unless you want a series on staplers. On the train home, though, I was sat opposite a woman with these frankly bizarre shoes - maybe they're some kind of foot version of the knuckleduster - a toeduster, perhaps?

Either way, I wasn't planning on giving the Rosa Klebb of Waterloo the chance to try them out on me. Legs firmly crossed.