The Adventures of Hector and Roland: An Introduction

If you've been on my blog before, you'll know that I have a penchant for all things shoe related, but I've never introduced you to the two who make all the shoe interaction happen, the ones who do all the shoe related work....Hector and Roland.

I decided it was time I rectified this and allowed the real stars of my shoe experiences to shine.

Meet Hector and Roland
Yes, I'm a 27 year old woman with a minion duvet, we'll discuss that another time.

Hector, on the left already has something of a presence among my closest friends, I've spoken before of his desire to succeed in politics...standing for the important issues, as that is what feet do, they stand. He's partial to a quirky design and is willing to be adventurous in his shoe choices and enjoys being outgoing.

Fast Facts About Hector

Name: Hector McFoot
Age: 27
Occupation: Full time foot
Ambition: Politician
Interests: Current Affairs, Networking, Origami.
Shoe Size: UK 5/5.5 - US 7/7.5 - Euro 38
Fave Shoe Types: Boots, Low to Mid Heels, Unusual Designs

Roland, on the right, is somewhat more reserved. He's happy to take a back seat when Hector is in the limelight and will even write

speeches for him. Much like me, Roland enjoys reading and writing.
He's also partial to a quirky design but values comfort in equal measure.

Fast Facts About Roland

Name: Roland McFoot
Age: 27
Occupation: Full time foot
Ambition: Writer
Interests: Writing, Reading, Theatre.
Shoe Size: UK 5/5.5 - US 7/7.5 - Euro 38
Fave Shoe Types: Canvas lace ups, Ankle boots, Flats.

I'll be featuring some of the their adventures, their experiences and the shoes they come into contact with on my blog if you fancy having a read.

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