A collection of photographs in celebration of the vibrant and burgeoning red-trousered communities of London and elsewhere. Contributions gratefully received at lamfrt@gmail.com
Friday, 30 November 2012
Zero Tolerance
In Canada, where this photo was taken, the police come down hard on socially divisive leg wear.
We wouldn't want it to get disproportionate of course, but something along these lines on the Kings Road from time to time might not be a bad idea...
Pimms
This could be a print advert from the '70s - in the days when The Ultimate Man was fifty years old, borderline alcoholic, and didn't smile unnecessarily.
A bloke from Hull who's in a band
Geneva Airport
Combining RTs with a red tank top and a two-tone shirt (the "charlatan shirt" as I believe it's sometimes called) is definitely a first for LAMFRT.
He's obviously foreign, but I think it still counts.
He's obviously foreign, but I think it still counts.
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Royal Cinque Ports Halford Hewitt Cup
Golf. What's wrong with just being called Nigel and driving a Ford Mondeo like every other golfer in England?
RAC races
Forget Oxford and Cambridge, or anywhere else for that matter: students of the Royal Agricultural College seem to be the ruddiest trousered collection of people in the country by a mile.
Monday, 12 November 2012
C'nt Garden
You don't have to be posh to do the blue/red thing it seems.
Full marks to the sender, Tim, for bravery here.
Hipsters on the beach
Stop me if you've heard it...
Q: Why did the hipster burn himself on his pizza?
A: He ate it before it was cool.
There ain't no party like a South Ken party!
That looks a lot like a bottle of fizz and TWO pipes of Pringles to me.
And I don't think those are his everyday trousers. Oh no. I think those are his PARTAAY TROUSAAZ!
More churchwear
Another old-school posho with a good-looking wife at his child's Christening. (See here for the other one.)
Caught red-handed
Many thanks to Leigh for this one. Apparently getting his mate to stand in the shot wasn't an entirely successful ruse. Said the red-trousered man on finishing his call (who we can only assume has grown six inches since he bought this pair) "I hope you got a good one, you cunt!" Good enough matey, good enough.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Thank you again!
Many thanks for your photos and comments. Sorry if you've not had a reply. I've been AWOL again briefly, but LAMFRT is now back with a vengeance!
Particular apologies to anyone who over the last couple of months has sent in one of those emails along the lines of, "My mate/girlfriend/daughter sent in a picture of me looking like a first-class tosser, and while I can just about see the funny side (no really, ahahahaha) please please please please please take it down". I haven't read your message yet, but I will do very soon. (I'll probably ignore it obviously, but still).
Also, if you find yourself chasing your quarry around a shopping centre or similar and the pictures keep coming out blurry, a video might be worth a try...
Particular apologies to anyone who over the last couple of months has sent in one of those emails along the lines of, "My mate/girlfriend/daughter sent in a picture of me looking like a first-class tosser, and while I can just about see the funny side (no really, ahahahaha) please please please please please take it down". I haven't read your message yet, but I will do very soon. (I'll probably ignore it obviously, but still).
Also, if you find yourself chasing your quarry around a shopping centre or similar and the pictures keep coming out blurry, a video might be worth a try...
Wedding gatecrasher
Now we've had RTs at a wedding before of course (see here), but I'm told this bloke was definitely not invited. Judging by his trousers (and, let's be honest, facial hair) I'm prepared to believe it.
Farlows
According to its website, this Pall Mall fly-fishing shop has been "supplying the country connoisseur since 1840" (or rather, "Supplying the Country Connoisseur Since 1840 "). It looks like the man in the green jumper has been refused admission and is threatening to stand there all day being annoying.