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.

Tuesday 18 October 2011

Three cans of Stronglook, and a can of Red Trouser

Now this lad, who I'm told is called Graham, is either the world's most overdressed tramp or he's a very-much-not-tramp standing in front of some empty cans of cheap booze. You decide.

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  1. Not at all my dear boy! This man, whom I happen to know quite well, is nothing short of a dyed-in-the-wool gentleman. An example to all modern-day uncouths of what the scepter'd isle was reknown for producing in prodigious quantities. A humble throwback to the grandeur and quality of the great Empire!

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  2. i thiknk yo'll find he has been drinking Red Stripe to go with his RTs

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  3. Sporting the Barbour Beaufort Flyweight; on-trend.

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  4. this makes me feel very uncomfortable.

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