Well I do, though now Mrs Crackle has made me buy shirts designed not to be tucked in. She cruelly told me today that my belly was too fat and my legs too short to divide myself in half by tucking my shirt in That I flowed more with a un-tucked shirt. I don't like un-tucked shirts, they're drafty and I'm set in my ways and when I bend down the trouser belt digs in and the shirt gets in the way of my pockets: harrrumppphh!