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.

Thursday, 24 November 2011

A chip off the old block...


  1. the lad has got the MFRT edge here. father's strides are verging on the cerise.

  2. This is my new favourite blog - I've been waiting a long time for something like this to come along. Thank you!

    1. Alistair? If it is I'm sure you have a few RTs yourself! Hermione.

  3. Is that a satellite dish in the background? Surely not!

  4. Could be an escaped black balloon.

  5. You never actually own a pair of FRTs. You merely look after them for the next generation...

  6. Limerston St SW10