So you're in a Sunday service and you stand to sing the first hymn. Over the top of the hymn-book you spot this:
Can you resist the urge to grab him by the sweatpants and pull them up?
In prison one should always fight one's urges. Especially when the man in front of you is well-built, muscular even, and may not appreciate your mam-like tendency.
Fortunately his underpants did fill the gap. Unlike the boy next to him who treated us to proper builders' bum when he bent over.
P.S. I've had an email from the man who was leading the service in prison yesterday. He said, 'Read your blog. Now I know why you had that funny smile on your face.'