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.

Monday, 19 March 2012

Edinburgh Tesco

"Ah, yes, here we are: Pot Noodles! Marvelous. I think I'll try another Bombay Badboy."


  1. Laughed until some wee came out! Thankfully I'm not wearing my best red trousers.


  2. Yes - Same. Unfortunately I was...