My morning has been pant-tastic. Pants to the left of me, pants to the right of me.

Now it is incredibly sexy when a girl shows the top of her thong above her low cut jeans. That little bit of lacy, black material just popping out from above some stone-washed browny blue jeans. Especially if it's accompanied by a slightly tanned stomach that is so flat you could break the land speed record on it.

The pink haired girl showing two and a half inches of blue thong today - that is not sexy. That is my-one-dream-in-life-is-to-appear-on-Trisha trashy.

And then to cap my morning off, I am working to my place of work, which if I named I would have to kill you, and I pass this young man. I do believe that it is common place amongst the younger generation, who are into the loud music and the skateboards, to wear very low baggy trousers. I'm not Trinny nor Susannah so I don't really care what sort of monstrosity people wear.

But this guy was not showing off the top of his pants but all his pants. I could see the bottom of his bottom. His pants were blue-y grey and on show in full glorious technicolour, with added skid marks.

I was just about to go over and tell him to pull them up and then I realised that I wasn't his mother, so probably shouldn't.