First Word - July 2017

One of the odder character traits I’ve developed over recent years is wearing my socks inside out. It was recommended by a colleague who described it as a “marginal gain” a la British cycling, with the idea being that the socks become a tiny bit comfier, as the stitching is on the outside rather than the inside. And, despite initially mocking him for this ludicrous assertion, I’ve followed suit pretty much every day for the last two years. You can’t put a price on comfort.