mostly david ephgrave

Would it be weird if I started carrying around a shoehorn?   Thanks to earning my living as an actor (this being a joke in and of itself), I seldom have much in the way of additional funds. As a result, I only own two pairs of decent shoes; one of which used to be my dad's. (One of the two pairs , that is.) I don’t want to paint a picture of myself as being destitute. At least not literally; my artistic skills are limited at best. I have other footwear, but these are mostly ‘show shoes’ – or showoes – and not the sort of thing I’d wear out on the street. I’ve worn my dad’s shoes so many times that the soles now have about as much grip as a snail on a heavily-vaselined window. If you’ve never put a snail onto lubricated glass then your childhood was evidently less deprived than mine; only-children are forced to make own entertainment. This lack of purchase with the pavement has led to two separate incidents, both of which I’ve covered on this blog (click here ...