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.

Saturday, 11 August 2012

Primark!























Either the upper tiers are finally feeling the squeeze, or the plebs are developing a taste for red trousers.

Or this bloke simply took a wrong turn on Oxford Street.

Or perhaps he's one of those junkies who dresses up all posh to go thieving? Who knows.
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous15 August 2012 at 02:03

    Well if the stick in his hand is anything to go by I reckon he's out for an afternoon of beating the Hoi polloi back into their place.

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    1. red cords18 August 2012 at 17:34

      Yes, look at his expression - he's about to thrash that man in khaki for wearing a girly bag and a stupid hat.

      I think this is where the trads and the hipsters start a war.

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  2. Anonymous2 October 2012 at 09:16

    my mother buys my step father's gardening clothes in Primark, and makes sure she pays with the Coutts card.

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