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.
Bloody marvellous. He must be an Old Etonian, nobody else would chunder with their hands in their pockets. Would love to see the next frame which I suspect would show diced carrot and puke stained tie, Guccis and RT's.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it spelled 'everywah'?
ReplyDeleteGood boy.
ReplyDeleteClassic RT and MCC cricket tie combo. He's probably just been told that ladies are now allowed in the pavilion.
ReplyDeleteThat my friends is outside the main bar at the Royal Ag College, Cirencester!
ReplyDeleteActually it is! How about you remove yourself you harper peasant!!
DeleteTop top lad! This picture epitomises everything that wearing RT's stands for.
ReplyDeleteHe's certainly well trousered.
ReplyDeleteEyes have been blacked out - nice touch. No one's going to recognise him now.
ReplyDeleteTypical Camtab can't take his ale like the boys from Oxford - I suspect a career in light entertainment awaits this fellow..
ReplyDeleteIt's spelt 'Cantab' you uneducated pleb.
DeleteMoney shot!!!!!
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