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.

Tuesday, 7 August 2012


Isn't that what chavs drink?


  1. Yeah but having four proves you throw financial caution to the wind

  2. What is with the "wayfarers, RT, mincey pose" combo....? This is the second one ffs

  3. Nah it's clearly Heinz Ketchup! ;)

  4. when your wealthy... you dont drink them, you straw-peedo them when around common people... at home i just straw-peedo the first bottles of the 1855 Grand Cru Classification rothschild