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

MCC

The matching bag earns him a "lunatic" tag...

6 comments:

  1. That's brilliant! Get him to Bedlam.

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  2. And clashing tie.

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  3. The egg and tomato [the tie] makes it all make sense ... sort of!

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  4. AAAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHA AAHAHAHA Breath......................... AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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  5. Haha, nearly spat my Pol Roger out!

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  6. Shame we can't see the colour of his socks - they are probably something to behold in their own right.

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