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.

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Decisions, decisions...

"Wife or servant urgently required. Working knowledge of chilled meat products an advantage, but not essential."


  1. I'd go for the red meat.. Stay on safe ground you know!

  2. Broad shoulders, grand demeanour ... Could it be Stephen Fry...?
    (he doesn't generally let me see him from behind...)

  3. Most certainly not Mr Fry. The jacket looks ill-fitting. I expect better from him.

  4. it is distinctly possible that this is my Uncle Robert

  5. I think it's my friend Richard, who is very fond of food of all kinds. He may be about to eat the counter.