Apparently, these knickers have been hanging from this pole for quite a few weeks. I discovered them during a walk around my friend Emma’s neighbourhood of Addington. It was an interesting morning to be out, and we saw – man with gun off to go duck hunting we presumed and hoped, young man wearing a black skirt, man with a beard so long he could audition for ZZ top, large friendly cat, and these giant knickers. The name on them is Chuckey I think. So Chuckey, happy belated birthday.