My missus is a big advocate of my on-going investment in expensive hosiery. No longer is she be subjected to a Deerhunter style game of Russian of roulette where by it’s a pure lottery as to whether that stray behind the washing basket has been pleasured into. Oh aye, Walken and De Niro had it easy when compared to this messy game of chance.
However, at twenty quid a pair there will be no soiling these Anonymous Ism … Ism’s. So what’s so good about them? Well for starters they look like they’ve been spawned by a post Chernobyl Herdwick (a popular look among half-mast selvedge scenesters). Also, any sock that’s composed of five different fabric’s and still smell’s of Lenor after three days wear is a worth a punt in my book.
Peggs & Son have loads of ’em.