"They told us to wear jeans to work Wednesday, and if we're not in the building by 9 a.m., we're not getting in. Since the city's pretty much on lockdown, they're not even letting anyone out for a smoke, so I'm more worried about people not being able to get nicotine than anything."

So says my friend Samantha*, who works in banking in central London. Gearing up to tomorrow's G20 conference kickoff is a full days of protests, which have an apocalyptic Four Horseman theme (?!) and have anarchists and other more confrontational activists threatening to storm troop financial institutions and law firms.

And yet, this all carries a very specific dress code.

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There is a god, and said god hates hideous footwear as much as you and me. In the latest financial report for Crocs, the company's auditor expresses 'substantial doubt' about the business' ability to stay up and running in the current market. (Cue angel choir.) Perhaps no more plastic cheese graters on the feet?