Taking a leaf out of Hectors book, I am shutting down this blog over the festering period.

Because sometimes there is no fucking point.

If anyone wants me I will be spending quite a bit of time at S&F's getting horribly drunk.

Hope you all have a great time.

See you next year sometime.

In case you were concerned.

ahem.

Did anyone else have shedloads of trouble with Googlemail and such last night?

The curse of technology! when you really want to use it, it buggers off!

Grrrrrr.

And don't get me started on mobile phones.

Yes Row, it does happen to us blokes! (But we are not too prissy to blog it. Well I’m not)

This morning as I got dressed I selected a nice clean and healthy looking pair of underpants from the bedside draw. I finished getting dressed and toddled off to the station. As I was walking, I felt this sensation of something pressing against the backs of the tops of my thighs, just under my bum.

Now I put my hand round for a casual feel and found that this sensation of light pressure was where the bottom of the fleece jacket was pressing against my upper legs – it has a tie string in it so you can pull it tight in bad weather.

Well that explained that. I thought.

When I got off the train in this here fancy London, I could feel the same sensation but now it also could be noticed at the front of my thighs, which was odd. So I pulled the jacket out away from me and was surprised when I could still feel it against my thighs.

“Oh. Bugger.” I thought, “That can’t be my pants!”

But it was. The waist elastic had decided to give up on life, and they were now basically at more than half-mast! But unlike certain female bloggers I was wearing trousers so they were not actually going to go anywhere. But it is a very odd and uncomfortable sensation to walk around feeling like you are exposing your arse to the world and your pants are about to leave the building of their own free will.

It felt so odd I started to laugh at myself, and as soon as I got here I headed for the toilet for a quick re hoist.

If they are too uncomfortable I may have to go commando later……….

I hope all your presents were of the loud and rocking variety, or at least drinkable.

Or both even!