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


Taken at the recent Wales v Ireland polo match, this is a nice example of the toff/hipster RT crossover.


  1. RT man is a fail in every way: too tight red trousers showing off his lunchbox, dreadful crumpled jacket, bad hair, friends with a man who wears green trousers.

  2. Additionally he appears to have come out wearing his slippers.

  3. Crime of red trousers only trumped by the felt pixie foot coverings ... and the leprechaun trouser friend

  4. Irish polo team? I hope they unhitch the horses from the their caravans first


  5. I thort they wer quit fit?

  6. Perhaps one dresses to the left (port) and one to the right (starboard)