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.

Monday, 12 November 2012

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.


  1. I'm putting this joke in one of my Christmas crackers. Love your blog. V.funny.

  2. But Dai has been wearing red cords for yeeears!

  3. Stupid sunglasses, stupid haircut and red trousers. Where is the beach in Shoreditch?