So, there you lie on the couch. Bottles everywhere. That faint smell of shame lingering alongside last nights beef madras. This day is going to need a lot of rescuing. Youre going to have to use all your best Liam Neeson skills to turn this bad boy around. All your wit. All your intelligence. All your cunning. All your... Or...you could treat yourself and not put any trousers on today. Lets be honest. Weve all done it once or twice. Its usually a Sunday. Nothing to do but read the papers and watch Everton versus Liverpool at 4pm. So, we get half dressed and let our legs catch the breeze as we relax before another heady week of financial wheeling-dealing or simply making the world a better place. For the person who lives alone, though. Anytime youre in the house alone is an opportunity for no pants day. Its even worse if youve taken some time off. The trousers dont even make their way out of the drawer. It gets to a point where actually putting your pants on feels like a treat. Thats the wrong way round. Its bad that actually wearing clothes is a special occasion. Trousers. A necessity for the normal, social individual.
