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


A very big THANK YOU to all the people who have sent pictures in over the last couple of months - much appreciated. Sorry for not having updated the blog for so long - I've been abroad, or in prison or something, I forget the details. Updates will hopefully now be at least weekly. Keep 'em coming!


  1. Welcome back - withdrawal symptoms were getting critical.

  2. Very pleased to see the latest pictures, it made my day!

  3. You were abroad? I thought you were a man. Congrats on the sex change