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.

Saturday, 7 May 2011

Bus-stop barrister


  1. I wouldn't say this guy was a toff. He looks more like a progressive Dad. Can't you have a new category: Progressive Dad?

  2. Not a bad idea... I know what you mean about this guy - unclear. He's near the Inns of Court though, looking a bit shabby, and with a barrister's wheely trolley. I reckon he's probably a toff.

  3. I that a Royal Grammar School High Wycombe sweater?