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

More churchwear

Another old-school posho with a good-looking wife at his child's Christening. (See here for the other one.)


  1. I beg to dissent.

    Posho he might be, and his wife is certainly good-looking. Fact.

    But no self-respecting old school RT wearer would not want to have anything to do with a rector of the female type.

  2. LOOK at that child's up-turned collar.

  3. Hong Kong Masonic Picnic Nick20 November 2012 at 16:58

    I smell James Hewitt

  4. That child is rather shocked.