When we get to the address I almost turn around and leave, I don't care if we've walked all bloody day to get here. Outside is a flag, but it isn't a flag. It's the biggest and baggiest pair of holey y-fronts I've ever seen. The best that can be said about them is that they're clean. I stop and draw a sharp breath. Bethany is already laughing, she thinks it's hilarious. So this is the sage we're supposed to take advice from? Some wally who thinks running his undies up a pole is the way to go.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 2, 2015.