Underwear. Now that is a word that can take you anywhere. Wear clean underwear in case you get hit by a bus! Do you write about that? The consequences of not following the advice? The wrong underwear. Greg Davies tells a spectacular story which entails getting his underwear mixed up with his mothers. Underwear as togs. Underwear you can see through your pants or getting ready to go out. Maybe I should revisit these options. I went with a different one…

The elastic waistband was imprinting itself onto my hip aggressively holding its place. I was trapped. Stuck fast to my chair as though chains and straps held me there. A gentle rustle flowed across the room as people shifted in their seats, or added notes to the branded pad from their goody bag. Either unprepared to learn or seasoned enough to know you won't require your own supplies. I tried to pry the strap free of its stronghold, my elbow vying for space, begging to shove my neighbour free of their own chair.