But he was a Malaysian-Indian, and at the time comporting himself - in guise of chef number 2 at the Pancake Parlour, Downtown ... 'how would you like it, baby?' - under severe delusions that he was God's gift to the women of Melbourne, with David Jones' blessing.
Clothing retailers seem to have decided that "pant" singular is the way to refer to the two-pronged garment one wears on one's legs. As in, "jacket $250, shirt $95, pant $125". But I've yet to hear of anyone "being caught with their pant down", or "pulling on their pant in the morning", or "ironing creases in their pant". Where does this nonsense come from? Will it die a natural death?