Could it be that I’m a little bit keen on Keen Sandals?

Could it be that I’m a little bit keen on Keen Sandals?

Well actually yes, it could be, it quite probably is and actually as a roving reporter (who is taking a day off from sifting through celebrities rubbish) – I probably will be for the next 24 hours.

You see, when I’m not listening in to the Queen’s answer phone messages, writing about Davina McCall’s latest pregnancy or creating scandal in the pages of Chattering and Chortling Weekly – I sometimes have what my miserly media mogul employer would begrudgingly call… a day off.

With said days off, I like to rid myself of my lowly bin-dipping reputation and hit the trails to clear my head. Without any way of stopping me thanks to my new union membership – I packed my kayak, climbing equipment, one or two cheese and pickle sandwiches (ooh – cheese and pickle) and my Keen Newport H2 sandals and headed out into a wilderness most journalists are unfamiliar with – nature.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I felt like I wasn’t alone. Of course I wasn’t alone; I was with my partner in crime, the microwave cookery supremo slash origami extraordinaire Gumbo Jacobs – but I felt distinctly like a wrinkly old vulture was circling overhead and eyeing up my sinewy carcass for bunking off after 487 days straight writing drivel.

As Gumbo and I were traversing what the Welsh would probably call a mountain (little more than a craggy hill) I stopped to consider two things – one, how nice my cheese and pickle sandwich was – two, and much more importantly how unfathomably spim dam danglingly fantasmic my choice of footwear was.

Keen sandals it seems are the bee’s knees, the cat’s whiskers and the dog’s whatsits all combined, bonced and serenaded with a glace cherry.

They are grippier than a bear in mating season and equally protective! And I say this with no hesitation. The non slip rubber soles hold you steadier than a German fence post and the sandals themselves are so comfy – they’re like individual wombs for your feet!

As Gumbo expertly turned his empty sandwich carton into an origami tractor, leaving me notably impressed on two fronts – I considered just how useful Keen sandals had been on a day when I’d walked, ran, climbed, kayaked, feasted on a quixotic quantity of cheese and pickle sandwiches and had to duck out of sight of a media mogul’s private helicopter (hopefully I still have a job?!).

Actually, they are as useful to an outdoorsman slash award winning writer – as a Swiss army knife with a built in recording device and celebrity tracker. As somebody who usually spends his days predicting gloom and pitching trashy ideas to the needlessly negative British Press, my day out, my choice of sandwich and choice of footwear were all impeccable.

Leaving Pembrokeshire and heading back to London, Gumbo turning my many scattered petrol receipts into a miniature paper zoo while incessantly wittering on about developments in microwave cooking industry did nothing to distract me. Keen Newport H2 sandals are constructed from washable webbed polyester and provide a lot of toe protection for something that leaves your feet feeling liberatingly naked. They are great for land, water, waters edge, activity, inactivity, climbing, comfort and as I was now discovering – driving!

So in conclusion, I think I’m as keen on Keen sandals as I am on the idea of working in a tyrant free British Press and cheese and pickle sandwiches!