Could this be the much awaited explanation for schizophrenia? Surely socks leave a man vulnerable to much internal confusion, nay turmoil! For if a man muddles up his socks one morn – which identity will take hold? Do the two socks vie for personality supremacy? Will one foot rebel by striding out further, reducing said man to a human spinning top circling in ever decreasing spirals? And , what becomes of said man if one sock is the aforementioned ‘ Mr Perfect’ and t’other one ‘Mr Handsome’? Do we end up with a Mr Hand-fect – a spinning gay ‘effected’ individual whose limp wrist is the least of his issues or, do we find ourselves dealing with Mr Purr-sum: a wannabee accountant chasing milk and pussies all day? (Don’t answer)! Such difficulties to pour countenance upon… I await with intrigue your enlightened retort!