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.

Saturday, 10 November 2012

More youngsters






















She: "How was your journey down?"

He: "It was atchy rally rally boring."




3 comments:

  1. Surely this should read "how was your journey up?" Nobody wears RTs north of Durham. Unless he's just come back from having a bash at the grilse run on the old chap's beat on the Spey.

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  2. Hong Kong Harry20 November 2012 17:05

    I wonder if he gave her a mark of Zoro?

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  3. No they look like proper http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nantucket_Reds

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