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.

Sunday, 2 December 2012

The Schoolmaster


  1. 'Best watcher in the unit, Bill Roach is'

  2. 'Don't want juju men hanging around. You see him again, you tell me. Good lad.'

  3. "Terry I want you to do something illegal for me."
    "Oh leave it out 'Arfur."
    "Oh go on Terry."
    "Oh allright then Arfur".

    der, der, der, der, dum, der, der, duh-rum

  4. Boris Krasny-Shtany6 December 2012 at 14:19

    This is a muted shade that says "I'm an old favourite; I've been through the wash a few times; I've seen my share of sunshine and rain, heartbreak and pain; but I'm still HERE".

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  6. Right Bollock,Check!...Left Bollock,Check!.... right!!!, now to tell the wife she can cut the bloody grass…. I've even marked the stripes out for her for god’s sake.

  7. He really does just look like a younger version of Dennis Waterman, he's even got the right hair-style!