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.

Friday 4 May 2012

There's no such thing as bad weather...


4 comments:

  1. only the wrong trousers. boooooooom.

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  2. Ahhh Edinburgh, jolly good, shame about all the Scots, what ho?

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  3. Two bloody good blokes

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  4. I know the one on the left - absolute tool (love you Hazza!).

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