The Morning After: a hungover whodunnit

A party wrecked, but who's responsible... Or: Is it time for you to switch up genres, as a reader or a writer? This short story might hold the answer

Felled by Covid (ugh, how retro, somehow embarrassing, just as grim as ever) over the Bank Holiday, I have spent this week catching up on myself. Being ill is such a tedious reminder of all those undeniably true cliches: health is wealth, the best laid plans … often go awry (had to look the rest of that quote up, I admit).

Throughout I have been cheered however by the launch of these:

Sneex. The “luxury Hybrid Stiletto” aka the “Hy-Heel Sneaker” - we need more puns like this in fashion please. I’ve particularly enjoyed how it’s being presented as a style revolution (invented by the woman behind the truly revolutionary Spanx), when of course many of us have had our run-ins with heeled trainers already. And no, I don’t mean that Isabel Marant wedge which I still kind of love. Instead, I yearn for the KOOKAÏ black and white bowling shoes on which I splurged my French exchange emergency money and tripped around in for months at 13, feeling as cool as a cucumber. (Also, Sneex are $545 a pai…