Here’s a pic of some ancient (49-year-old) model prancing barefoot through the streets of London, clutching a bottle of wine. (One of those “candid” i.e. posed paparazzi events.)
I have to admit that she’s not too bad for an older broad — apparently she was a model, or still is (see more pics at the link). However, that’s not what I want to talk about here, but the “barefoot in the streets of London” thing.
1) Considering the chances of spearing or slashing one’s foot on a discarded beer bottle in the Brit capital, I wouldn’t prance barefoot through the streets of London for a bet.
2) Given that London’s streets are cleaned about as often as are the streets of Johannesburg, the chances of catching some flesh-eating disease from said injury are higher than the average rock musician in the 1970s.
2) Even assuming that our streets are cleaner than London’s (which they are), if one were to try doing the same thing here in Plano, there is a distinct chance of the blazing-hot surface searing one’s foot in a manner similar to this:
It makes me wince just to think of it.