Justice Strides Ahead

A slightly scruffy young man was brought up from the cells. His hands were firmly in his pockets, so I told him, as one does, to take them out.
"Sorry" he said. "They took away my belt downstairs and I'm holding up my trousers". So he was, and as the hilarity subsided in the courtroom, I said: "that's the best excuse I've ever heard. Please leave your hands where they are".