I'm obsessed, so kick me - but do it with a six inch heel!

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I have an obsession and its name is shoes!

Two of my clearest childhood memories are:

• my pre-school red suede desert boots; and

• lusting after my eldest sister’s apple green patent leather flats.

My first ever job – the one I lied about my age to get – was in retail, at a shoe shop that was not exactly a stockist of Manolo Blahnik, if you get my drift; and so devoted was I to matching the right shoe to the right foot, I became one of their best-ever salespeople. So much so, there may have been a tear or two shed when I left for university.

However, being the possessor of a relatively unattractive pair of feet (think a cross between a hairless hobbit and a multi-cloven hoof), attached to Incredible Hulk calf muscles…? Well let’s just say I never really thought I’d be a candidate for foot modelling.

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