Uggs get a bad press: universally hated by men (excluding those of Essex, of course, who wear them themselves), secretly loved by 99.9 per cent of women, Uggs are the surprise perma-trend of the century.
Case in point: yesterday news hit that the Brick Lane Coffee Shop in Shoreditch, East London, had placed a sandwich board outside their (no doubt extortionately priced) establishment reading: ‘Sorry no Uggs (slag wellies)’.
The w*nkers.
But I’m here to say that they can bite me, because I wear Uggs and I’m not afraid to say it (also, I’d like to point out, that I’m absolutely not a ‘slag’. Obvs.).