My pants today were a nightmare. I think they must have gone wrong in the wash or something. In the morning they seemed fine and everything seemed snug and cosy as a winter's afternoon in front of a log fire with a hot chocolate and sheepskin mono-slipper. In the afternoon however, the back of my pants kept sliding down and under and generally acting as a buttock hammock and exposing my bare cheeks to unpleasant downward draughts. Further down and towards the front, the gusset width seemed to shrink leaving me in constant worry of a testicular popout. Regular rearrangement was needed the whole afternoon which wasn't easy in a room full of women.
How come women have all kinds of bra sizes to accommodate their chesty substances, and specialist bra fitters in shops while us men have to cope with medium/large/Xlarge/XXlarge/XXXXXXlarge for our booty and our protuberances? When are M&S going to start offering a decent pants fitting service?