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.

Friday 15 July 2011

Commercial Street

6 comments:

  1. Outside the commercial tavern? Prime country for RT's

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  2. That's commercial st.

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  3. Without doubt, the best blog on the internet. Love it. I am going red trouser hunting...

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  4. "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?"

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  5. "Do you climb on the furniture at home boy?!"

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