I forgot my pants. Again.

I realised, too late, that I forgot my pants.

The Solicitor General of New Zealand was expecting me in five minutes. I stood outside the Crown Law building with my video gear, sans pants, and wondered:

Is it better to arrive on time with no pants, or to buy emergency pants and arrive late?

I opted for a VERY awkward phone call to let them decide. It wasn't just my reputation on the line, Alicia had brought me in, and I was representing her too.

Five minutes later I was filming a strategy session with thirty of the finest legal minds in the country. Without my pants. And we all had a good laugh.

I learnt a valuable lesson in leadership and handling adversity. And that I need a better system for remembering to bring pants to important public appearances. I once had to borrow Col’s pants while I played guitar at his friend's wedding.