I just remember Tony McManus's lovely story of going to a nail parlour in Toronto, soon after he'd moved out to Canada: there was a bit of a language barrier as most of the nail parlours seemed to be staffed by people from the Far East (of Asia). They could not understand why he only wanted his RIGHT hand furnished with long acrylic nails: anyway, having only had the one hand done, he was about to leave when they asked - "You waaaant toe-nails done?"

And my own wee story is: having been taken to a pedicure place in Singapore as a treat from my daughter - including those wee fish that nibble off all the dead skin - I had to choose which colour I'd want my toenails done. Quite obvious: wearing turquoise shorts, toenails would have to be turquoise too. I'd reckoned without missing my footing in a dark restaurant garden the next (and our final) night (not drunk, just blinded by other lights!) - fractured metatarsal, correctly self-diagnosed, but which I kept until I got home before rolling up in the local Casualty Dept with my turquoise toenails!