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.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Outside Lords


  1. This trousered tycoon is known for his lines with the ladies:

    Red trousers: "come back to mine for sex and pizza"

    Female: "no/wtf?"

    Red trousers: "don't you like pizza???"

  2. that's a perfect script !

  3. I should point out that it's actually outside Marylebone Station, a good kilometre away from Lord's. No doubt, however, that they are en route.