Way OUCH! Club (28 December 2002)

So, here I am, all Christmassed up at the Valentine household, new high heel shoes and everything. And like any (sensible) person with a pair of new shoes to go out in, especially with 5-inch heels, I had worn them around the house for a couple of days to get used to them. In fact the previous evening I'd been dancing around my lounge in them to get used to the idea. And so it was with minimal trepidation that I hotfooted across London to the infamous WayOut Club to strut my stuff. The WayOut Club for those not in the know is one of London's longest established transvestite clubs with transsexual and drag queen cabarets and lots of attitude (and admirers!) All was going well, the traffic wasn't too bad and Jasmine and I arrived around 10.45pm (not particularly late as we normally aren't again before). Now anyone who has been to the WayOut will tell you that the stairs down to the club area are torture in themselves, however I negotiated them with no problem. BUT, no sooner had I straightened myself up ready for a grand entrance than fate befell me and I stumbled just briefly, but long enough to make my ankle all hurty. A short investigation later revealed - I had in fact torn a ligament in my poor ankle and bugger, oops I mean, oh deary me, was it painful. Stephanie and Julia were on hand to give expert advice (a sprained ankle being not an incommon occurance amongst us high-heel fetishists I suspect) - thanks girls, believe it or not you cheered me up no end, no I mean that - there's nothing like someone who is competent to tell you that everything is (or will be) OK to make you feel a little better about yourself, especially when Jasmine was so complacent with her 'told you so' looks.
So if you saw me and wondered why I didn't come over for a chat - believe me than I say I would have liked nothing more than to have been able to! Thanks to Jasmine for being a trouper and getting me safely home (even if I did drive) and to Julia for the shoulder to lean on (quite literally) and 'HI' to Mel - we'll have a longer chat next time, and wish me luck! I'm supposed to be going out on New Years Eve and time will tell whether I shall be able to walk again by then… And as for the shoes - they will be out again - they're actually very comfy¹!	Melanie (of TV Zone notoriety), me good self and the end of someone's fag!
¹ How can 5-inch heels possibly be comfortable? Well, for starters there is about a one inch platform on the sole which means that your foot experiences more of a 4-inch height differential rather than a 5-inch one, which makes a critical difference in long-term comfort levels. Also, the shoes in question have lots of (in this case silver) straps which clasp the foot firmly into their torture chamber, in all the right places. Such solid 'trussing' means the shoes don't flop about but remain squarely where they should be - on your foot. Also, the heel isn't too thin, which helps with stability. And finally, the heel and soles have a nice rubber covering which grips the floor well meaning there's less likelihood of slippage. How did I fall off them then if they are so good? My foot went sideways and with all that trussing and support my ankle got twisted. Still, you know what they say, and as far as shoes go it's 100% true, 'no gain without pain'!

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