From South Ken to Shoreditch, from Jermyn Street to Mare Street – these days anyone that’s anyone is wearing red trousers.

If you want your leg-coverings to let the world know that you’ve got a few quid and don’t care who knows it, or that you have some big ideas about what’s on at the ICA right now - or simply that you are completely insane (but in a mainly non-stabby way) - then you’d better get your wife or girlfriend to take those jeans and chinos down to the charity shop post-haste!

Because there’s only one type of trousers you’ll be wanting to wear, and that’s RED TROUSERS. In fact - if you can’t wear red trousers you’d be better off wearing NO TROUSERS AT ALL. That’s what I say.

Thursday, 28 April 2011

Fruity Bursar

Double trouble!

So, um, we should like maybe go for a drink sometime?

A cracking pair

Moustache/jacket matchey-matchey

J'aime bien les pantalons rouges. Mais je n'aime pas les chaussettes.

Good chap. Good trousers.