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...


Saturday 19 November 2011

Durham RT society

Loath though I am to encourage them, here is the St Cuthbert's Red Chino's society, of Durham University.

Admirably self-aware, although not  entirely tongue-in-cheek I suspect...

The Orange, Belgravia

Hats off to Abigail who had the nerve to get a good full-frontal of this not unscary Terracotta Warrior near Sloane Square.

Monday 7 November 2011

Fixed Penalty Notice

"I'm sorry sir, but 'burgundy' is red as far as I'm concerned. You've got 14 days to appeal."