Colm O'Regan: Putting on a pair of slippers after a hard day’s work is hedonistic

The advertising industry needs to keep up, to realise slippers are sexy.

Documentation photograph of slippers belonging to Michael Collins. Image courtesy of the National Museum of Ireland.

At least now I know what I want for my birthday in May: new slippers.

Even before Michael Collins’ slippers hit the news last week, I had been eying them up. Not the wolf ones. I don’t think I’m Independence Leader/Retired Heavy Metal Musician/Lynx User enough to qualify for them. Although I am a fan of rewilding. No, I’ve been circling some ‘Moccasins with Freshfeet Technology’ from Marks and Spencer. I’ve always felt that I would become the kind of man who needs moccasins. They could change my life. Just now, I’m imagining wearing a pair, while leaning on the verandah of a house in the Côte d'Azur having written another chapter in my Great American Novel about a hurler who goes on a voyage of self-discovery across a crumbling near-future. (Working title: ‘Take The Points And The Goals Will Come.’)