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I managed a little better, arrived at 2.30pm ...


Sat Nav never takes into account Saturday traffic, so as with the Thursday night meal the journey took longer than expected. The Sat Nav also stopped me a street away from the venue, luckily I'd taken a map so was able to work out where to go ......

Got parked in the NCP next door. Nice and close (20 yards as the crow flies, 50-60 yards from car to venue.) Boots on, and walked out of the car park. Out in to street in broad daylight. Not my first time in public, but my first time in daylight and in public. No probs, only 50/60 yards .... But out into a fairly active street, especially given its 'out of the way' position.

All went well until I got to the front door. It was locked, and I was stuck out in a street in broad daylight wearing patent boots with 4 1/2" heels .... At the time, my heart-rate was raised, but on reflection, I don't remember one single person noticing me.

Got pointed at the side entrance by someone inside, and seconds later I was in!


Straight up to the bar for my diet-coke, and straight into my first conversation. 3 people saying 'hello and welcome', as they left. Seems my (usual) late arrival had me missing quite a few people, who being from overseas (rightly) had left with touring duties to complete.

Seconds later, Dr Shoe arrived having been out to help the Oxford Street branch of Aldo reduce their boot stock. I didn't see all 3 pairs, but the two I did see had very attractive, and wearable heels. I was dead jealous. If I had arrived earlier, perhaps I could of helped too.

There were still 20 or so people there, and I think I talked to them all. I had longer conversations with one or two, but the general theme was the same. EVERYONE enjoys these meetings of like-minded people, and wouldn't mind more of them. Obviously not an option for those travelling from abroad, but there was definite interest for more London/Home Counties meets. [Watch this space?]

The buffect laid on was very good, but all the meals out at restaurants told a story, sadly much of the food was left. The venue staff were not only helpful and interested, but participated too. The HHplace.org "staff" photographer was able to take several photo's (as did many there) of an attractive lady member of the bar staff, while wearing some 6" heels*. The shoes were too large for her (size 5 in size 7 1/2 courts/pumps) but she gave it go. She also tried on some thigh boots, which were also photographed. [Both pairs care of Dr Shoe (Sales) Inc.]

*Editors note. The stiletto courts looked so nice I tried them on. They fitted, and felt nice when walking, so I bought them. Bargain. And getting worn while I write.

Time passed very quickly, and soon we all had to leave.

Most of those still around went off for a meal, probably before going onto the Torture Garden. I'd absented myself from a family get together, so had to go home anyway.

To those with experience, you will know the best way to make your feet hurt, is to stand still in heels. I'd been standing fairly motionless for almost 3 hours by the time I'd left. I (purposely) hadn't take any flats with me, being determined to make sure I took the short walk back to the car in heels. I wasn't sure the balls of my feet were going to accomodate an elegant stride, but I had to leave. So ......

I left the Miller and walked out into the street. It was dusk, but there were people walking around. I walked further into the street and around the corner to the car park. Found my parking ticket, and moved toward (quite noisily) the payment machine. At the machine next to the one I wanted to use, were a middle aged couple, who were obviously having some grief paying their [£16] fee. I clip-clopped right up next to them, expecting to quickly pay some money and get on my way. The machine in front of me was having none of it! After we both tried to contact help (via a button on the machine - which didn't arrive) we swapped machines. Oddly, both machines then worked, mine being quicker (Fast-Freddy, see.) I left, again clip-clopping away into the bowels of the car park. [Lovely echo of heels all around.]

I had time to get into my car and put some trainers on (to drive), before the couple walked past. Q: Do you think they were talking about the man wearing heels, or the payment machine? A: Payment machine. They HAD to have known I had heels on. I must have been around them clip-clopping about for 4 or so minutes, and we even spoke to each other (so they weren't deaf).

What did this tell me? They just weren't bothered......


Once again, a very enjoyable experience, amongst very friendly people.



To those who read these posts and wonder if they might attend a meet, think about it with my last comment in mind. Why not attend in normal 'street' attire, and see what it's like? I'm told there are mini-meets from time to time, and I'm fairly confident there's going to be a small gathering in April, possibly in Watford or another North London location. I'm already looking forward to another get together of like-minded people who like looking at, and wearing, high heels.

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