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.

Thursday, 28 June 2012

Retarded Hipster Cowboy

I shouldn't call him retarded. He's probably not - it's only because he's on a swing, smiling. It was the sender's chosen subject line, and I think it should stay.

If he is actually retarded, then double sorry.


  1. He's not retarded, he's just very VERY happy. I mean.. those fucking red trousers, sheepfleece waistcoat, hardhat disguised as a cowboy hat and riding a swing that you can PEDAL??? Who wouldn't be grinning their bloody head off??

  2. Look! He appears to have won some sort of medal. Gold for happiest looking swing pedalling four-eyed cowboy perhaps?

  3. What is this pedal swing?! Is it only available to red-panted gents?!