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

Red bus red trousers

"CONGRATULATIONS! You are now the proud owner of a lovely pair of red trousers! Laundry instructions: 60 degrees, wash separately. Transport instructions: if you need to use a bus, make sure to get one of the little black ones with an orange light on the top. Under no circumstances get one of the big red ones with the fat people in."


  1. Is he trying to make a McDonald's restaurant sign with that bus?

  2. The ne'er do well in the background deciding which to rob:

    a) The hat, just for giggles?
    b) The phone, because that's what he does?
    c) The red trousers, because they're awesome?