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
Thank you again!
Particular apologies to anyone who over the last couple of months has sent in one of those emails along the lines of, "My mate/girlfriend/daughter sent in a picture of me looking like a first-class tosser, and while I can just about see the funny side (no really, ahahahaha) please please please please please take it down". I haven't read your message yet, but I will do very soon. (I'll probably ignore it obviously, but still).
Also, if you find yourself chasing your quarry around a shopping centre or similar and the pictures keep coming out blurry, a video might be worth a try...