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.
Outside the commercial tavern? Prime country for RT's
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ReplyDeleteWithout doubt, the best blog on the internet. Love it. I am going red trouser hunting...
ReplyDelete"Oh, hello! My name's Redkecks Macgregor and I'm too good to stand on the ground, so I'm going to climb on this bench like some kind of prick and probably spill someone's pint! Aren't I handsome?"
ReplyDelete"Do you climb on the furniture at home boy?!"
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