It’s looking like Rockport shoes are the only thing that can help me this morning.

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There really is no point in denying it. I’m feeling about as fresh and ready as a mouldy banana that got drunk the night before a big exam and slept through his alarm.

All the same I feel I must write about something this morning, so I reckon I’ll have a bash at writing about something that annoys me. Oddly enough, this usually cheers me up.

Right. What to write about. Something that annoys me. Well, there are plenty of things that annoy me. The majority of which, it has to be said, all occur while behind the wheel.

This morning however, I feel that if I attempt to delve too deep into the part of my brain that stores memories of things that have annoyed me while driving a car, I may well end up in the middle of Manchester airport holding the Avis junior team manager, Lucian, at knifepoint. Again.

With the cleanliness of Lucian’s undergarments in mind, I think it best that I try to find something else that annoys me this morning. Just to be safe.

Ah, yep this should do it…

In the past few weeks I have been literally inundated with work. This sort of inundation, quite unlike the type that happens when rivers burst their banks, has both its pros and its cons. Clearly the added volume of workload has seen a larger pocketing of pennies, but the decrease in free time has meant I have had limited opportunities to de-pocket these hard earned pennies.

Fortunately, help has been at hand in the form of online shopping. In the past week alone I have ordered a brand new pair of Rockport shoes, some protein powder for the gym (although quite when I’ll find the time to set foot in the gym I have no idea), a birthday card, three birthday presents and an extra large bag of ‘specialised’ dog food. I wouldn’t exactly describe my dogs as being particularly specialised, but the marketing blurb was good and I was already on a roll.

The Rockport shoes turned up fine; the following day actually, which was nice given that I hadn’t actually specified or indeed paid for next day delivery. The protein powder was a little more tardy, although as mentioned I have as yet still not managed to venture gymwards so that’s kind of a mute point.

From there however, things began to go downhill.

The so called personalised birthday card would have been fine, had my friend been called Janothon rather than Jonathan. Two of the three birthday presents were sent to some chap in the West Midlands, and the third did manage to find its way to me, but only after it had been sat on repeatedly by the driver.

I’m not even going to get started on the ‘specialised’ dog food.

So my quibble is this. Why can’t companies get online shopping right? The online shoe company managed it, so why can’t the rest? I mean come on, it’s not exactly rocket science. Order comes in, admin staff process it, warehouse staff pick and dispatch it and then some bloke delivers it. Preferably without sitting on it.

Oh well, I suppose that while I wait for Barry from Bromsgrove to pop my items in the post I can at least enjoy a tasty (read gag-inducing) protein shake, a squashed box of chocolates and a really rather incredible pair of Rockport shoes.

One week in and my Rockport shoes are still making me smile.

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Well, it has been just over a week since I took delivery of my brand, spanking new pair of Rockport shoes. The Coastal Springs are just one of the styles in Rockport’s first attempt (to my knowledge at least) at doing quality men’s boat shoes.

I went for the rather fetching Campanula; a colour that really shouts out summertime. The premium double eyed boat shoe has been designed to perform in even the most challenging and demanding of on-boat situations, yet retains the charm, class and downright sparkling looks to hit the bars and restaurants of whatever sleepy Mediterranean port takes your fancy.

With a premium Rapallo Calf Suede and leather footbed, you’re guaranteed a comfy pair of feet and cracking moisture absorption. These little beauties also feature wonderful adiprene soles – adidas’s revolutionary technology – so your heels are cushioned beautifully whatever you decide to get up to.

The outsole of these corking Rockport shoes is made from high quality rubber, which has been cunningly gifted with directional moulded siping. Sound s a bit technical I know, but essentially it means that your feet will remain in contact with the floor whatever the conditions.

On that last front, the grip thing, you really do have to take these puppies out on a boat to experience just what a revolution siped soles offer. You can walk on an otherwise slippery wet plastic or fibreglass deck without losing even a wipe of traction. It’s almost as if your feet are lightly magnetised to the ground, they really are that good.

So on the whole I have nothing but praise for my latest pair of Rockport shoes. It seems like they have moved on a long way since I owned my first pair of Umbwe boots way back when I was I wee nipper, but the advancements are surely well received.

My pair of coastal springs have been simply faultless on this spring week away of mine, and I cannot wait for the summer to come so I can continue to show off my Rockport shoes.

Rockport shoes and that sweet smell of spring.

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That sweet, sweet smell of spring. There’s nothing quite like it, is there. Notice the deliberate lack of a question mark at the end of that sentence? Good, ‘cause it was pure, undiluted rhetoric. It was actually leaning towards being more of a statement than a question.

Yep, that time is upon us once again; the sweetly perfumed air, heavy with the intoxicating blends of a thousand flowers all competing for your attention. The birds become more playful, their morning chorus more of a welcome addition to the morning routine than the noisy distraction from sleep that it has been over the winter.

The days are growing longer, the night’s becoming warmer, and all around there is an air of life, birth and regeneration. It’s not just in nature that we see miraculous changes and fresh starts. The retail world is already gearing up for a new assault on our wallets, but this should be seen as a good thing rather than a cynical marketing ploy.

Brands such as Rockport are getting us in the summery mood with their new line of boat shoes. I’ve tried a pair of the new Seacoast Drive and the slightly more colourful Coastal Springs and you know what? They’re absolutely fantastic.

There are plenty of other shoe makers out there, and I’m talking particularly to the makers of boat shoes here, that could do with taking a leaf or two out of Rockport’s book. You see the problem with the majority of boat and deck shoes out there on the market at the moment, is that they are woefully uncomfortable. I think it must be something about the hand stitching or the type of leather used that makes them really uncomfortable to wear without socks. And let’s face it, you don’t wear boat shoes with socks now do you? Of course you don’t. Doopid.

What Rockport have done here is taken the best looking designs, given them their own unique twist, and then applied their fantastic adiprene technology to them. This means that essentially what you’re getting is an aesthetically desirable shoe, but with the comfort and support you would expect to find in a quality pair of Rockport boots or Adidas trainers.

Granted they will take a certain degree of breaking in before they mould themselves perfectly to your feet, but the initial fit and feel is nothing short of sublime. I’ve had boat shoes that cost half as much again that took the best part of a year before they were even approaching what I would call comfortable.

With the funky design and bright colours of the Coastal Springs, Rockport are moving into new territories, and with a flair and style that has done them proud. Just imagine sauntering down a cobbled Italian street, or kicking up sand and whiling away the afternoon on a Caribbean beach in a Campanula coloured pair of Rockport shoes. I can smell the grilled sardines already…

Rockport shoes eh. Who would have thought that they could be so good?

Well, me actually. I remember idolising Rockport shoes as a wee lad. Well, to be a little more precise I suppose they were actually Rockport boots. Yes the good old days in which I whiled away my teenage years were filled with wild fantasies involving an enlarged and bemuscled version of my teenage self fighting off enemies and winning the affections of scantily clad young maidens, all the while wearing my immaculate pair of Rockport shoes.

The reality however, was far detached from the fantasy. What I envisaged as the ultimate version of me actually presented himself with a face full of spots and a mouth full of braces. Granted I had myself many a schoolyard scuffle, most of which were successful, but the scantily clad maidens were regrettably absent. But the worst thing by far was the fact that my parents had categorically refused to buy me a pair of Rockport shoes for school.

Their argument was, to be fair, a sound one. Why spend over a hundred pounds on a pair of shoes that were going to get instantly ruined the moment I set foot on the school yard at lunch time? They really did have a point there. I, of course, didn’t see the logic in this argument. I remember quite clearly throwing the mother of all tantrums and chucking my dad’s slippers in the fish tank. This didn’t work out too well for me.

After having my pocket money reduced to a measly fifty pence a week, I decided that I needed a subsidiary form of income. I found myself a couple of paper rounds, from which I found the pennies trickled in at an alarmingly pathetic rate. What I then decided to do can only be described as brilliant.

As my school sold a seriously limited section of sweets and chocolates at the so called tuck shop, I put my entrepreneurial skills to use in a way that would make Lady Alan Sugar (or whatever he’s calling himself these days) look like a two a penny call centre salesman.

Being on super friendly terms with my local confectioner (that’s fat Kev in the corner shop for those of you with a limited lexical arsenal), I bulk-bought cola bottles, haribos, drumsticks, refreshers, multipacks of fizzy drinks and boxes of barred chocolate.

Me and Kev had a decent arrangement; I could take the items on credit as long as I directed customers to his shop after school. Little did he know that my operation would soon become so vast that none of the kids would have any money left to spend after school.

Thanks to my overly inflated prices and young boys’ insatiable taste for candied goods, I was soon making as much as forty pounds a day. Within a couple of weeks I had made a handsome profit, jacked in the paper rounds, and bought myself a brand new pair of Rockport shoes.

If I’m honest, and for the remainder of this sentence at least I think I will be, my parents were spookily accurate in their predictions. The second I set foot on the playground at lunch time I became instantly immersed in a particularly rough game of ‘stoneball’ – essentially an improvised version of football, usually reserved for the times when nobody had remembered to bring a real ball in.

After half an hour of sweaty fun, my Rockport shoes were pretty much ruined. To make matters worse however, the tuck shop had wised up to my scheme and had started selling my items at a much more reasonable price. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted…

If I’m honest, as I usually am these days, I never expected Rockport to be doing deck shoes.

 And so blooming well too. Actually, that last bit – the doing well – I guess it would be daft to suggest that I am even in the slightest bit surprised that Rockport have made a great pair of shoes.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I’m a Rockport man through and through, I think I would be pretty annoyed with them by now. They just seem to do everything right. It’s like the smarmy, smug kid at school who always answers the questions correctly and gets top marks in all the tests and assignments.

In theory, I should hate Rockport shoes. I should be literally incensed by their uncanny ability to do everything perfectly. It’s the Midas touch with leather instead of gold. As the cool kid at school, the joker of the class, I should be attacking every person I see out and about with a pair of Rockport shoes on his or her feet, their smug brass eyelets staring up at me while their perfectly bound laces smirk with unmistakeable disdain.

Fortunately for the general public, I am not an axe-wielding, raving lunatic with a penchant for public savagery and a foul temper. Well, I do have a pretty foul temper, but I aint no axe-wielder. It really is a good job that I like Rockport shoes though, or else I may find myself edging ever closer to my emergency people-bashing axe. I keep it locked away in the cellar, next to my raving lunatic costume.

Their latest design, the Seacoast Drive, is a kind of hybrid between a deck shoe and a moccasin. Made form full grain premium leather, they mould to your feet over time, giving a comfortable fit that is truly your own. The addition of a padded collar and tongue are Rockport’s way of giving your toes a little stroke. Never underestimate the power of comfortable shoes. for that matter, never underestimate Rockport shoes.