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.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

The King of Sweden

An actual King! You don't get posher than that.

Talking of royalty, surely Princes William and Harry like to get the RTs out from time to time? Please everyone keep their cameras at the ready...


  1. The King is the guy on the right, not the one wearing red trousers. The other guy does look like a cunt, though...

  2. Actually, the King's in the suit. Don't know who the other one is.

  3. Guy to the left looks like Björn Wahlroos, head of a Swedish/Finnish conglomerate.

    1. Fairly sure it is good old "Nalle" Wahlroos. And he doesn't just look like a cunt, he IS one. Don't get me started on all the heartbreakingly idiotic nonsense he spews about solving financial problems.

  4. Yes, there's the King on the right and a Royal Cunt of a bankster on the left.