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