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.
Prancing kingfisher
ReplyDeleteBlack shoes... The choice of a madman
ReplyDeleteI'm sure he could probably fit the contents of that tiny manbag into the pockets of his trousers.Hardly seems worth it having to maintain that locked-elbow/claw of death look in order to carry it...
ReplyDeleteYeah, what Kirsty ^^^ said
ReplyDelete@kirsty perhaps he has a new galaxy ginormous phone? Maybe that's the real reason for the manbag
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