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, 23 December 2011

Shopping for guns

...or looking for change?


  1. Those prosthetic arms are fooling no-one. Just look at the concentration on his face. His wrists are moving like a humming birds wings!

  2. This is rubbish. Taking a photo of RTs outside a gun shop is like shooting fish in a barrel...

  3. Hands in pockets? a bit of a poser me thinks