Locker Neighbour Left his sports bag behind

Author – Jayme

Another story of mine from back in my school. One day after school I had to stay back for a drama production. When I arrived at my locker, I realised my locker neighbour (a hot guy in the year above me) had left his sports bag behind at his locker. Not wanting it to get stolen I took it home with me. When I got home I opened it up to find all his worn sports clothes including a hot pair of hot blue Nike runners. So that night I started trying on all his still sweaty gym clothes and the shoes were perfect. The next morning, I put everything back where I found it and let him know I had his sports bag. He was so thankful that it wasn’t stolen. And he never knew how much excitement I got out of it.

Can’t Aford Fuel

Author – Chris Wall

Heres another true story that happened to me.

A few years ago, I was returning home from work rather late, (about 11pm). I needed to fill up with fuel and decided to use my local garage to fill up.

I pulled in and filled my car with fuel, whilst i was filling I noticed a nice BMW parked and a fit lad also filling his car, I was thinking to myslef, I wonder if I could get away with dragging him to my trunk and bundling him in, for some fun???

But after day dreaming and my fuel nozzel clicking to show it was full, I closed the flap and headed into the shop to pay.

I’ve used this station for years and the guy knows me, as I walked in he was shouting at the young lad.

‘Fxxking people, fill up and can’t pay!’

The lad stood they decheveled, “I’m sorry I thought I had enough on my card, I’m sorry!”

Mr Patel, then shouted “I’m calling the police”

The lad stood and begged, “No sir I’m so sorry please don’t call the police, I’ll come back tomorrow, take my watch!”

The conversation was getting heated, I looked at the lad and before I want to drag him in my car to rape him, now I felt sorry.

Mr Patel, picked up the phone and spoke “POLICE PlLEASE!”

I had an idea.

“Hey Mr P, put the phone down” I said.

He looked at me and I continued, “I’ll pay”

The lad looked at me, ” Oh mate, thanks, give me your address and I’ll bring it round”.

I stopped him, “What size are your nikes?”
“Sorry?” he answered and he looked down at his feet. On his feet were a pair of white Nike 270s, used but i nice condition.
“Urr 9, why?”
“Mr P, how much does he owe?”
“£37.50” He replied
“OK, I want your nikes and your socks and I’ll pay for your fuel!”
He smiled, “my trainers and socks?”
“Yep” I smiled
“I can’t, your joking right?”
I looked straight at him, “No, I’ll pay for your fuel and I want your trainers and socks in exchange”
He looked at me, “But……..”
“I inturupted him, “look Mr P will call the police, youll get reported and end up with a caution or worse go to the Magistrate and get a record, so have a think!”

He stood looked at me, “I dont have a choice, OK” he then bent down to undo his lace.
“No No, keep them on not here, lets get your fuel paid”
I gave Mr P my card and he handed me the machine, I punched in my numbers, and it buzzed printing out my sale receipt.

I thanked Mr P and we left, I walked over with the lad to his car. He turned to me I suppose I should say thanks?”
He went to his boot and opened it and took out an old really muddy pair of running shoes, he sat down and crossed his legs.

I watched as he un tied the lace and slipped his trainer off his foot, he placed it down and then rolle dhis jeans and slipped his socks off. It was a white Nike sports sock, clearly been on his feet all day.

He then took one of his running shoes and slipped it one and tied the lace.

Then he swapped lags, untying the lace and sliping his trainer fof, then his hand slowly slid the warm sock down over his ankle and off his foot.

He put the socks in the trainers, put the runner on and tied the lace, then handed them to me.

He got up closed his boot and walked to his door, he banged his feet to try to dislodge some of the mud, and got in.

Before closing his door, he looked at me standing holding his nikes and socks, “Thanks” he said.

I just smiled and went to my car.

I the car the first thing I did was to plant my nose in his trainers and socks and smell his feet.

OHHHHHHH Gooooddd they smelt so nice, like laundry and boy warm feet.

I slipped my trainer off and slid my foot into his trainers, I smelt his socks and just immersed myself in his odour imagining his feet in the socks and shoes.

Swapping Shoes with a Mate

Author – Jayme

One of my most memorable sneaker swap stories was when me and a mate with similarly sized feet were hanging out at a third friend’s house.

Coincidentally we’d both worn black running shoes and black socks and left them side by side by the front door. After a few drinks we he went out and accidentally put my socks on. As soon as he realised, he burst into laughter and was like “whoops, these aren’t my socks, haha.” before shrugging his shoulders and walked off still wearing them. After he came back, he decided to leave my socks on continue to wear them around the house.

Seeing him wear my socks got me excited. Later in the night we decided to go for a walk, so all three of us headed to the front door to get ready. Since my friend was still wearing my socks I decided, why should he have all the fun? So I said “Since you’re still wearing my socks it’s only fair that I take yours.”

Before he could even respond I had already picked up his socks and slipped them onto my feet. I Then Grabbed his trashed Nike Pegasus Sneakers out of his hand and began loosening the laces to slide my foot in.

To my surprise instead of getting mad and trying to get them off me, he instead picked up my Adidas NMD’s and put them on his feet. It was so hot. We completed the rest of the night wearing each other’s shoes, and through a couple occasions he asked if we could swap back, to which I responded ha-ha maybe later. As we dropped him home he kicked my shoes off his feet and I did the same giving his back. But both of us were too lazy to swap back socks, so I was allowed to keep them. Now every now and again if we’re both out and take off our shoes I’ll occasionally grab and put on his shoes to swap for old times sake. It gives us both a little laugh.

Here’s him wearing my Adidas NMD’s and me Wearing his Pegasus Nikes.

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Eye For A Pair of Air Force 1

Author – Chris Wall

A couple of years ago, I was driving through Upminster in Essex in my truck. It was 5th November (Bonfire Night) it was dark and I was driving homeand suddendly two eggs hit my wind screen, I looked to the side and there was a small grou of boy throwing eggs at passing cars.

I slamed my brakes and and shouted and they run, into an estate. I turned into a side road and see them so I chased them in my truck, they all split off and I followed one and then chased him down an alleyway and caught up with him.

I grabbed his coat and held him, “Get off!” he shouted.

“You throw something at my truck and smashed the window, I want £200 off you” I demanded.

He shood scared he was about 16 and obviously didnt have any money.

“I aint got any money” he said.

“OK I’ll call the police” I replied.

“No, No, I’m sorry” he begged.

I looked down and he had a nice pair of white airforce 1s on. They werent new which made them more appealing.

“OK, get those Nike off” I demanded.

“No dude, not my trainers”

I picked my phone up and pretended to dial the police.

Suddendly he said, “Ok, Ok” and he pulled his trainers off and handed them to me, I could feel they were warm and I could start to get the odour of a warm worn pair of trainers.

I let him go and watched him walking off with his head down in his socks on the damp pavement. I walked quickly back to my vehicle, throw his trainers on the passenger seat and drove off.

As soon as I was away from the estate, I pulled over and had a look at my latest catch.

I checked the size, bingo size 9, so I slipped my trainers off, smelt the AF1s and they smelt so much of boy’s feet, and pulled the laces and slipped each foot into the shoe.

They were still warm!

I still have them today.

Helping out a friend

Author – Matt

Last summer I was working at a construction site of a small historic house, just a ground floor and a roof. It has lots of intricate details around the gutter that needed to be hand cleaned and restored. It’s was a very hot summer. I am wearing short work pants and a t-shirt, and because it’s a constructions site I also wear (high slip-on) work boots.

I am sitting on the scaffolding and working on the stone decoration, at eyelevel, my legs hanging freely over the edge, when I hear cursing coming from inside the house. After a bit I see my colleague (and friend) walking out of the house wearing only his right safety boot and just a solid black sock on his left foot. He is holding his left boot in his hand of which the sole has come loose. I ask him, “what happened?”. He walks toward me and tells me that he ripped his boot on the pile of steel beams inside. To my surprise he walks normal on his socked foot, no hopping in his part. He says, “I know these boots were getting old, but not that old. I don’t know what to do now. I can’t work wearing just one boot”. I look at him and think, “Fuck it”. I stick out my left foot toward him and say, “you can borrow mine for a while”. My friend says, “I can’t, you need your boots as well”. I say, “I will be up on this scaffolding for a while, maybe the whole day” and I wiggle my foot in front of him. He thinks for a moment but says, “alright thanks”, grabs the heel of my boot and pulls it off my warm foot, revealing my solid white work sock. You couldn’t see my socks before because my boots are just a bit higher. “Nice white sock”, he says, “almost need to use my sunglasses to look at you now”, I wiggle the toes of my left debooted foot and we laugh. I feel my foot slowly getting cooled by the outside air. My friend puts on my boot. It looked quite funny, his own mid high (laced) work boot with his black sock sticking out on the top and mine high work boot completely covering his black work sock.” Looking good, two different shoes” I say. He laughs and says, “thanks, you too, wearing just one boot”. I stick my white socked foot out toward him while smiling. He says “thanks again” and goes back to work inside. To be honest its actually quite nice not having a boot on my left foot, it’s a very hot day and my boots are quite warm.

I continue working for a bit. I feel the summer breeze against my socked foot and look down, just as another colleague walks by, with a big question mark on his face. I say, “go inside and ask”, he goes inside and after a bit I hear laughing. After that its almost lunchbreak, so I climb down and hop to the lunch area where the five of use eat together. While I rest my socked foot on my booted foot my friend tells what happened to his boot. When everyone looks at me, I shrug and say, “I’m sitting on the scaffolding anyway. And to be honest its actually quite nice not wearing shoes in this hot weather”, while wiggling the toes of my left foot, showing off my white sock. We all laugh. One colleague says, “but you should be careful not wearing protection on that foot”, I say “its fine”. After lunch I hop back towards my work spot but realize in need to use the loo first, so I start hopping that direction. Pretty soon the hopping starts to become tiresome, so I decide to just walk on my socked foot. After using the loo I walk back, careful not to step on anything. It feels weird, the ground beneath my single socked foot. Back at my work spot I climb on the scaffolding and continue working.

When the workday is almost over, around 4 or so, my friend comes over and tells me he’s leaving a little early to buy a new pair of boots. He asks if he can borrow my other boot as well, so he doesn’t have to walk in two different shoes. I laugh and says “its fine, the day is almost over anyway”. A little while later he comes back. I stick my other foot out, het grabs the heel again and pulls it off. He takes of his own boot and puts mine on. He starts to give his good boot to me, but I say “what do you want ME to do with it!?” He smirks, a little embarrassed, and says, “no idea”. While he walks away I say, “make sure you take my boots with you tomorrow”. He says, “don’t worry” and I see him throwing his single good boot in the container on his way out. After I finish my task for the day I climb down, wearing just my socks, haha. One of my colleagues sees me and says smiling, “did he steal your other boot as well?”. I say, “yeah”. He says, “you go home we finish up”, so I walk to my van and go home.

The next morning, when I arrive at the site, I see my friend wearing the same boots as I have, but a newer version. I comment on it and he says smilingly, “your boots were so nice, I had to get the same”. Luckily my he brought my boots with him as well, so I change from my sneakers into my work boots and we start the day. While I work the morning sum becomes hotter and hotter. After a while I think back to yesterday and how nice it was not wearing my boot in this heat. I take off my boots, revealing my white work socks with Grey on the heel and toe, and place them on the scaffolding to the left off me. It’s quite nice feeling the summer breeze on my worm feet. After a while I see a colleague walking past me. I shout at him because I have some things we need to discuss, but he doesn’t hear me over the noise of the drill. I shout again but still nothing. I notice my boots next to me, so I pick up the right one and shout again. Still nothing, so I throw my boot. It lands next to my colleague and he turns around. I wave him over, he comes over and we discus some matters. Afterwards I ask him if he can get my boot for me. Het turns around, walks towards my boot, picks it up and continues walking. Not toward me but the other way. After a while my colleague returns, minus my right boot. I ask, “what did you do to my boot? “. He shrugs and walks away smiling. I continue working as well, “I am sitting anyway”, I think to myself. But after a while I get a little self-conscious about not wearing boots on a construction site. I got some strange looks from a delivery man delivering some tools. So, after finishing my current task I put on my left work boot, wiggle the grey toes of my right foot, climb down and start looking for my other boot. I look everywhere, but can’t find my boot. Meanwhile my colleagues watch me with a smile on their face. I walk normal on my socked foot, so after a while my white sock with grey on the heel and toe starts to get a little dirty, even though it’s very dry and dusty. I walk towards my colleague and ask him where he put my boot, he tells me, “It is MUST be somewhen”. I go back to my search and after a bit I find my boot it behind a pile of sandbags. I dust off the sole of my sock and put my boot back on, just in time for lunch.

Want Not Waste Not

Author – Chris

A few years ago I used to play football for a Sunday team, we was OK, it was more about friendship and drinking than serious football. We’d win some and loose some, but there was one team we played that beat us every year for something like 12 years.
The latest team was made up of very good footballers, but one lad inparticular ‘Luke’ was execptional. He would go proffessional, he was that good.

The last time we met them we lost 6-1, embarrasing totally!

Well we were home on our home ground, and I spotted Luke turning up in his car. Luke trained really hard.

Their changing room wasn’t open yet and Luke wondered over and said hello, thats when my plan pinged in my brain.

We showed Luke to the old refs changing room, and said get changed there and when our mate arrives we’ll unlock the the away changing room for you.

Luke was happy and headed off into the changing room to get changed.

My plan was to lock him in so they would be a man down. I told Jason one of my team mates and he mentioned it to a few others. About 5 of us got together to discuss the plan. The others felt locking him in wouldnt hold him and he’d get out of the fire escape anyway, then Jason said I have an idea, he shot off to his car and came back. We’d changed I was doing my lace up and it blooming snapped! Typical!

Anyway, Jason led us to the changing room Luke was in, he had a carrier bag with him and there was whispering between them, I was walking behind with a sloppy boot because of my broken lace.

We all walked in, Luke was standing there, fully kitted, boots on ready to go, he looked at us all and sensed something was going to happen that wasnt good.

Suddenly my mates grabbed him and forced him onto the floor, Jason, pulled from the bag, large cable ties, they pulled his arms behind his back and zip tied them together.

Luke cursed wriggled and kicked, screaming ‘Fxxk Off!! Get off me!’

Then Jason pulled out more and with a quick zipppp sound Luke’s ankles were also tied together and he wriggled and shouted.

They held him down and tied him in a hog tie position and tied his ankles to a bench too.

He struggled but was totally imobilised, he cursed and shouted help, help!!!

Luke struggled and all he could manage was MMppphhh!!!!

Poor luke laid there gagged and tied up on the floor, looking at us with hatred in his eyes.

I must say in his teams kit he looked very hot and I could have easily had some fun with him helpless like

We stood up admiring our handy work, Luke grunted and seemed to resign to the fact he was stuck.

Jason then asked, did you find a spare lace, Chris?
I replied, No!

Jason looked at Luke’s feet and said, I bet those Nike Tiempo Legends would look nice on your feet?

I suddenly got nervous, ‘They look your size and he aint going to want them!’

Jason nudged me to check his boots, I untied one lace and slipped it off his foot.

His dark blue football sock showed the shape of the bottom of his foot, and he he flexed his toes as I slipped it off.

‘Go on what size?’

I looked, size 9, my size.

‘There you go problem sorted!’ Jason laughted, and he left me to remove his other boot. I whispered to Luke, sorry.

I slipped my old Adidas World Cups off and slipped on his nearly new Nikes, the fit was perfect and I could feel the warth where Luke had been weasring them and the shape of his foot on the insole, as I stood up.

The boots were over £200 they were for proffessional players and they felt fantastic, because of what they were but also that they had been on Luke’s feet.

We left and locked the door and left poor Luke tied up in the dark changing room, while we played the match.

They played a man down, thinking Luke had been taken ill, we still lost 2-1 but I had the match of my life, 90 mins of feeling Luke’s feet and his soft leather boots I had stolen.

When we finished, there was nearly a fight, as we let Luke go and his team mates were furious, I took his boots off and handed them back, Luke threw them at me keep em.

When the matter got reported, our team was disqualified for the rest of the season, they threatened to involve the police, for Kidnapping, Asult, Holding somebody against their will and theft.

Luckily charges were dropped, I bought Luke and new pair of boots and our team basically broke up after that.

Funny though Luke and I become friends, later, we’d have a beer and we’d tell the story of how we kidnapped him and still lost.

I still have his boot to today, and I like to slip them on and feel him in them, enjoying the memory of that day seeing him helpless and tied up and walking out in his boots.

Taking Drunk Guys Trainers

Author – Chris

I was travelling home late for work on day, it was the last train from London to my home town in Essex. My station was the last one, so I positioned myself at the end of a carriage against the window out of the way.

The last training is also known as the graveyard shoft, as all the drunks catch that train for their jouney home. I sat waiting for the train to leave when a youngish fellor, about 22ish, very fit got on and came and sat opposite me, he obviously had loads to drink and was worse for wear.

I eyed him up in his puffer jacket, nice jeans and his Nike vapour max trainers.
The train was busy and people sat beside us and the train departed, after a few stops, the people thinned out, this was was very drunk.

He asked, ‘This train for Southend Mate?’
‘Yes!’ I replied.
Then he put his feet on the seat next to me and murmored, ‘Wake me up when we get there Geez!’ I looked down at his feet beside me, he blocked my way out and I replied, ‘yeah alright!’

A lady sitting on the next row of seats pooked at me a raised her eyebrows.

During the journey he kept moving his legs and I would look down at this trainers,

The guy slept the whole 1 hour journey, when we arrived there was only one other person on the carraige.

The train pulled in to Southend station about 1:10am and the driver called ‘All Change this train terminates here’, I picked up my bag and nudged the guy.

‘hey fellow we’re here’. He never moved.

I nudged him again and again nothing, he was snoring away, and after a final nudge he slumped down on the seat.

I looked about the train and everybody was gone, and I looked at his Nikes.

I got a tingle and my heart raced, I looked at the guy and then slowly pulled off his trainer, and dropped on the seat. Then removed his other. He never moved an inch.

I stuffed his Nikes in my bag and got off the train, I was waiting for him to be chasing me shouting, my heart pounded, with both fear and excitement, without looking back I hurried to my car.

Once there I took them out of my bag and examined my catch, size 9 (my size) and I took a deep breath and smelt them, and they smelt so nice, warm lads feet.

I still wear them to this day, and I think of him in his drunken state waking up with no shoes!

Lost a shoe at the concert

Author – Brandon

This is just a longer version of the story how i lost my shoe in school concert.

Few months back my school had a concert, they are held annually and the students are allowed to apply to be part of the crew. The crew are usually consisting of ushers, technician and so on. The members of the School Student Representative club are automatically registered to be part of the crew. The roles are chosen randomly and i got selected into the usher team.

As usual we had practices and everything went well. During the event day, on a Friday, we were required to show up by 8am for the preparations of the stage and arrangements of the seats. I worked all day long and the guests were told to start coming in around 5pm onwards. Thats where my team works to lead the flow of people and getting them seated from the registeration counter to the seating area.

Okay, since i was working since the morning, moving here and there plus with the hot weather, i was literally drenched in sweat but luckily we were given tshirts to wear to identity as crew. My socks were full of sweat too since i was wearing AF1s, they breathe quite bad too, thats a wrong decision too. I had chosen to wear some $2 dollars socks too which made things a little worse because my feet were slipping in the shoes.

Survived through almost the entire event but towards the ending, i got a little chaotic because of people partying and people were starting to leave as well because the car park would get jammed. Midst the event, a group of people were pushing the crowd in attempt to leave the event. As i was trying to slow them down, my shoe got wedged between some few other people causing me to lose when i was trying to move. I did look back to get it but i wasnt able to find it, i abandoned that group of people and tried to locate my shoe but i wasnt able to get hold of it, so anyways i went ahead and stood by the railing as i was afraid of getting my whitesocked feet getting stepped on

I eventually left the scene to the backstage as i couldn’t do much with one shoe. Few people did noticed and asked what happened, but my only fear was my socks were quite smelly and someone did come up to me and told me that my sock was quite smelling bad and i just laughed them off. It was quite obvious i was missing a shoe as my sock was dirty. Alots of mistakes from choosing the wrong shoe and not choosing to wear a proper Nike socks.

After the event, i wasnt able to find the shoe as well, either it got dragged away or someone took it and no idea what they going to do with a single shoe that probably smells too. Ended up leaving with a shoe and it was an hell of an experience:(

I did take some pics for memories, attaching them here as well.
https://ibb.co/3zVvqv8
https://ibb.co/3mXLhzS

these pictures were at the usher room, not the backstage area

Country boy loses his boots

Author – Bill

I’m gay and have sneaker and foot fetish but I love boots too. I’ve been this way since Jr High school.
On this particular night, I had been to a gay bar and noticed this country looking/farm boy drinking by himself. He got there right after me and only had maybe 5 beers and some shots of Jack Daniels. I noticed his nice Lee jeans and Timberland hoodie and mostly his nice timberland boots. They looked fairly new but still worn some so I guessed them to be about month or so old. I was with friends but I started to talk to him a little bit and eventually commented on his boots. Those are hot looking timberlands I said. hey thanks, i like your Air max too, what size are they ? I answered 10.5. No way he said, We’re the same size. I had on grey and blue air max 90’s.

My buddies knew where I was going with this because they know about my fetish and we all swap shoes and boots from time to time. He was about 5/10, same as me with a thin build and blond hair that was down to his shoulders but well groomed.
I wanted those boots and kept wondering how they would feel or how they would smell right off his feet, but I wanted him too. so have you ever let another guy wear your boots or sneakers before ? I asked. Nah I’m not into that he said. Ok i replied. I asked the usual questions, If he came there much, what part of town he lived in Etc. He said he comes on Friday night a lot and only lives a few blocks away.

My buddy Cody whispered in my ear that we should probably leave because he knew I wasn’t giving up my air max and he had a plan to get those Timberlands for me.
So I said I hoped i see him again and me and Cody and our friend James all Left.
Outside we all waited on the corner smoking cigs and talking. as the guy left the bar, we followed him as he walked down the alley by the bar and halfway down the alley we stopped him. Oh hey he said, how’s it going ? Going good man, I want those timberlands. Oh, we gonna swap he asked. No, you don’t understand, I want them. I reached out and felt his hoodie, I want the timberland hoodie too. No please he cried, I need my boots for work. Yeah, well i want them. Take them off. No, please, he whined. Cody and James grabbed him and held his arms so he couldn’t run. Your really cute man, bet you can kiss really good. no please. Hell man, It’s not like i want to get in your pants, I want to get in your boots. I kissed him square on the lips and he didn’t move. Like that huh ? i pulled his hoodie off over his head and put it on. perfect fit bro. I gave him my faded Nike hoodie and told him to wear it since it was cool outside. those are nice jeans too. Maybe I’ll take those too. There were some ole wooden crates stacked up by the building so Cody and James made him sit on them as i sat on a stack in front of him. I started to untie his left boot as he squirmed trying to pull away. I pulled his boot off and smelled it. My god it smelled so good. Not rank but strong like sweat and leather and a hint of his cologne. His sock was really damp from sweat and warm. i pulled my left air max off and out his sock and boot on, perfect fit. I could feel his foot and toe imprint in it. I did the same with his right one. now I had this studs boots and socks on me. I think we should take him home to his house boys. Cody and James agreed so I put my socks and air max on his feet and we led him to his apartment. Once inside I kissed him again and then looked through his closet. WOW This guy had the coolest sneaker and cowboy boot collection I had ever seen. To be continued

Hitch Hike problems

Author – Stefan

Phil’s car broke down 40 miles from home, winter 2am and raining. Well that’s a good start. 3 soggy lads trying to hitch hike. After 20 minutes a car stopped with 2 youngish girls in it and the driver asked where we were going, Boston ( Lincolnshire ) I answered more in hope than expectation. We are going to Kings Lynn so that’s half way there, jump in the back lads but throw tour trainers in the boot I don’t want the carpets trashing, Julie the driver pushed a button to open the boot and we kicked em off and did as we were told – hopefully the heating in the car would dry us out a bit. My grey socks were already wet as were Phil’s white socks and both looked dirty, Steve’s socks were just as wet but did not show it as they were black. In the hours drive to Kings Lynn we chatted about something and nothing, as you do, We wern’t very happy about Julies driving her speed was all over the place and we wondered if she had had a drink or two, It was nice and warm in the car and we were drying out nicely. Near Kings Lynn is a large roundabout where you would go straight on towards Boston or right into Kings Lynn, we needs straight on but Julie would be going right, She pulled in so we could get out and we said our thanks and goodbyes reminding her to open the boot, zoom she was off the tail lights of her Mercedes vanishing out of sight, we stood at the side of the road thinking she was having a joke and would soon come round the roundabout laughing, we waited and waited and waited, 30 miles from home and in our socks and still raining. Time to think of who we could ring to come and get us, we did not like the idea of walking at the side of a main road in our socks thumbing it again, we tucked our jeans into our socks just in case so it would show up more hoping someone might take pity on us and stood by the roundabout with our thumbs out, a few people beeped their horns but no one stopped so we went back under the bridge to start making phone calls, our socks now wet and muddy. This is when you find out who your mates actually are especially when you ask them to bring spare socks and trainers and rescue you.