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

Ladies' man


9 comments:

  1. You mean "ladyman" shurely.

    G.

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  2. Oh my goodness I think this is my brother-in-law...........

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    1. Can't be . It has to be my step father!

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  3. this has got knight frank 'country' drinks do written all over it -SNNOOORRRRRTTTTT!!

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  4. I think I used to be married to him

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  5. No! You're all wrong! It has to be my brother! (blush)

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  6. Something about the stance says to me "David Martin-Sperry"... anyone?

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