An extraordinary and almost certainly unique opportunity to purchase a pair of my old underpants has probably escaped your notice, unless you saw the attractive picture of them in last Saturday’s Guardian magazine. You can, if you wish – but only after you have made a foolishly generous bid for mine also attempt to buy pants formerly belonging to a host of other luminaries, including Nick Cave, Tilda Swinton, Ricky Gervais and Robert Crumb.
The pants have been decorated by my youngest son Jesse, and signed by me. I wasn’t convinced by the red feather, but he was adamant; I’m only mentioning the disagreement so that you know it hasn’t always been there. I need hardly add that your money will go to a good cause, although I cannot guarantee that this will be the case in any future Ebay auctions of my old underwear.
Times are tough.