'There's one born every minute' - the endless search for waterproof footwear
I am a bald man, yet I have never bought, or thought of buying, any magic hair-growth concoctions. When a Conservative politician opens his (in Australia, it's much more likely to be a 'he') mouth, I know he is lying. When an advertisement flashes on the television for a miracle weight-loss regime; an end to back pain; or a instant cure for migraines, I inevitably nod knowingly and wonder how many suckers fall for such nonsense. And yet, I must confess, I have recently joined the seemingly endless line of stupid people believing in the unbelievable. My dupe? SealSkinz Waterproof Socks. I know, WATERPROOF socks! And only $45 a pair! What idiot would spend his hard-earned on such a charade? A bald middle-aged cycling idiot, that's who. I ride my bike in all conditions, subscribing to the Billy Connolly philosophy that 'there is no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes.' This is a sensible attitude from the cold and wet Scottish Highlands to the wind...