Thursday, April 26, 2007

The wrong trousers

Today, I am trapped in my trousers.

I reached for an old belt this morning, forgetting there was a very good reason why I don't use it any more. The fastening mechanism's broken. Or rather, it only works one way.

I've tried a few methods of releasing it. I'm now down a fingernail and have blunted a screwdriver. I was reaching for a chisel and lump hammer when I remembered the unfortunate story of the mad man who filletted his phallus in a fish restaurant.

3 comments:

James said...

How to get James out of his trousers? Nope, no innuendo potential there...

Depending on how much you like the belt, you could always resort to a sturdy pair of scissors?

Skip said...

Actually the solution involved a loop of copper wire and a good firm tug.

James said...

See, that time you spent with a slave clearly paid off...