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, 22 April 2012

Worse for wear

One does not simply wear red trousers and then fall asleep pissed on the train home.


  1. Being an ambassador of the rubicund pantaloons is weighing heavy on this chap!

  2. Why is he not in 1st Class.....?

  3. I suspect the overcoat is concealing a moistened seat, the diameter of which will extend as his inebriated incontinence prevails.

  4. And it looks like one of those ghastly First Capital Connect trains too