Can't believe I've done this. With it being sunny, I thought I'd nip out into the city for a few jars. All going well, 2nd pint of brun down and I accidently rip my pants. I'm sat here now in a booth with a rip going from the waist band right the way accross the arse. To make things worse, I've gonna commando. Advice please, lads. I can't walk out with everything on show, no one needs there hols ruined by the sight of my hairy cheeks. Im milking my pint for all I can until I sort out a plan.