One day, when I was about 11 or 12, I was walking to catch the school bus. I looked down and noticed that I was wearing odd shoes. And not just a little bit odd; one was a black trainer and the other was a white trainer. I knew if I carried on, and went to school, I’d never live it down. I’d always be known as the odd shoe kid. So I ran home, swapped one shoe, and still made it to the bus in time. But missing the bus would have been worth it.