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, 20 November 2012

Great Dixter gardens, East Sussex

Many thanks to Mike for this one, who snapped this gentleman farmer shouting into his mobile phone.


  1. And a pipe-smoker at that! Good God, I would like to look like him in 20 years time.

  2. He's obviously talking to someone far away; hence the need to shout.