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, 19 August 2012

Drinking trousers

Thank you to Simon H for this one. I haven't been told precisely what happened next, but I think we can make an educated guess.


  1. The personification of "losing it"

  2. Enjoying the serious signet ring action on display - clearly a points multiply when scoring RTs in the toff category.

  3. Nerd Bouncewalker.

  4. Has he wet himself?

  5. "Help!...I'm shrinking"