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

There ain't no party like a South Ken party!

That looks a lot like a bottle of fizz and TWO pipes of Pringles to me.

And I don't think those are his everyday trousers. Oh no. I think those are his PARTAAY TROUSAAZ!


  1. I think he's celebrating his pregnancy.

  2. The third Proclaimer?