The Hardworking Cobbler

Where and how did this guy get his name? I’ve been on a bit of a rampage on the Cobblerteer front recently as winter has not been at all kind to mine and my lady friend’s selection of foot ware. So for the sake of comparison it’s been my plan to take each pair of shoes top a different cobbler.
I took a pair of little size two Rocket Dogs to this guy to get them resoled. Sadly this guy «aint got no sole» (just wait till I visit the fishmongers then you’re going see bad puns like never before). Despite the fact that they are a perfectly normal, all be it very small, pair of office shoes he seemed to think they couldn’t be repaired. I found this odd as the souls that are on them aren’t the original.

He may be hard working but he’s not particularly good.
After somewhat unnecessarily re-​soling and re-​heeling a pair of my shoes, they fell apart a matter of weeks later-​which I think was quicker than what would have happen without his ‘hard work’.
It was quite pricey too, around £30, but if it was to salvage and save my shoes it didn’t really seem too much-​until now.
I’m not a reckless walker; I don’t kick every stone I see or swipe wildly at pigeons. My shoes don’t even see the light of day now through fear of their ultimate demise.