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, 26 August 2011

A confident gait (Royal City of Bath)


  1. He is just about to walk past my old house.......

  2. A fine strut. SEXXXXXYYYYY.

  3. he'd have them frothing at the mount over on silver daddies !

  4. Bath isn't a Royal city, it's a Spa