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.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

The Chairman


  1. claiming his rightful seat

  2. a hint of cameltoe?

  3. Bad hair day ...boofon

  4. We have got a problem here! Shiny red trousers. Where is this all going.

  5. isn't that the same guy from the next snap 'in mcdonalds'?

    1. By Jove you're right.