A collection of photographs in celebration of the vibrant and burgeoning red-trousered communities of London and elsewhere.
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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.
Seems like a bloody nice bloke.
ReplyDeleteI agree. A bloody, bloody nice bloke.
DeleteSteve? Yes, he is!
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree. A bloody good bloke. Not a scoundrel by any means. No. Definitely not.
ReplyDeleteA scoundrel? Oh no for sure. Rather a bloody, jolly good bloke. That is what I say.
ReplyDeleteSpiffing. I think he looks like a spiffing, bloody, jolly, jolly, spiffing bloody nice bloke. And spiffing, bloody nice trousers too..
ReplyDeleteBloody good trousers to boot. Come on you reds!!
ReplyDeleteSpiffing. Yes he is. Absolutely no doubt about this. A jolly spiffing bloke.
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