This is dedicated to my ex-wife, Weasel, who chastised me, a mere man, for hanging the underpants to the outside of the rotary dryer outside Oli mansions.  Now I know, pants to the inside, towels to hide, but still I fail to understand.

I opined that if our neighbours are so devoid of entertainment, I will gladly put out the deck chairs and compere the show...

Oli

P.S. Weasel's pants were of the utilitarian variety, mine verge on the Jesuit.