Sermon for today:

I call to you my breathren and sistren and I urge you in most provocative ways to wear pants. Many horror documantaries have shown us the unfortunate end of those that wear nothing more than an oversized boyfriends shirt and sexy underwear. Those shall be the ones who roam not futher than the early kill examples as the zombies rise. Skirts and dresses may work for stalling vampires and have many times been amongst the survivors. Though, as yet, I have seen no compelling evidence in terms of kilts on men for survivorbility. Still, when the opponent is zombies, the only truely faithfully sensible leg wear is trousers. They shalt avail thee with their freedom of movement and shalt verily avoid much more snagging on unforseen fixtures and fittings than looser womanly garments. So whether your choice is to run screaming in embrace of your fear or to madly stirke in full feeling of your anger with kung fu skills or an overdone arsenal then I urge you, if you be true of faith, to wear pants while you do it.

Travel in peace and confusion (and pants).
Yours faithfully Bedlamite Halliday.