There was an occasion when I was working in Sweden in the mid 1990s and there was a particularly rum local night club that my colleagues and I tended to go to where the fashion was for women to wear perfectly glamorous outfits of the kind you would expect attractive young women to wear to a nightclub, but to compliment them with what were, essentially, pit boots. The result was incongruous to say the least, but I suppose that is exactly what it was meant to be. It reminded me, for any fellow Brits here, of a sketch that Morecambe and Wise did with Shirley Bassey where, while glamorously dressed as she belted out one of her standards, she loses one of her shoes to a set malfunction, and, as she continues to sing, Morecambe replaces it with one of his own boots. The first time you see it, the sketch is the kind of funny that leaves you with aching sides. I don’t think the Swedish women meant it to be funny. If it was meant to be sexy, then all I can say is that it was a mighty strange kind of sexy.
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