He wasn’t so popular with the laydees that night. RIP the old sod.

Lost, grey and quite well turned out. I have trouser empathy.

It’s been dry out today, so if they’re damp it’s not due to rain. Caution advised.

If you woke up in Harrogate (I assume) this morning without your trousers, don’t worry they’re not creased.

It’ll be three hours of listening to clacking balls. Just like showering grandad.