i wear the pants

It's just me and Slacks McBradley. All wearers of trousers, skirts, kilts or hip waders have fled the Mothership, leaving me alone with a well-groomed manager and a sinking feeling. There's no one else for him to watch, so my actions will be carefully scrutinized for the next 8 hours. Except, I'm obviously hoping, for this one. Blogging as an act of subversion.