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

First day at work?

"What do you mean I have to go home and change? You said 'smart-casual' - you didn't say anything about not dressing like a complete bell-end."


  1. That's some euro-trash hybrid

  2. Got to give him some credit for the "Barbour" Jacket.

  3. Got to give him some credit for the "Barbour" jacket