You might have noticed that every day at Central Station is PANTS. Pants as in a men-only underwear afternoon, not that it's pants per se. That said, Damaged Control didn't know if it pants pants having only checked it was actually on.
So... we deployed Old Man With Dodgy Hip to find out. Find out what he found below.
"I was dispatched to Pants at Central Station on Wednesday and Thursday last week. On Wednesday there were about 20 people there, some with pants on and some without.
Most of the people seemed to have bunked off work for the afternoon. Drinks were reasonably priced and its £4 to get in. The coatcheck guy on Wednesday was very friendly and the punters were too. Most ofthem were over 30 and up for a fiddle. There were less people there on Thursday, but enough to satisfy. I’ll probably go back for more lazy horny afternoons.
George"
So, there you have it. Don't say we're not dedicated to the cause.
