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.
Young conservative with bright future. Has mastered the leaning forward "Really? How interesting" pose, which will stand him in good stead for dealing with constituents.
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ReplyDeleteHe is like, so, totally saying "Ok, yaaaaaahhhhh" with all the sincerity of, I dunno, Jordan or something.
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