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.
Thursday, 1 August 2013
And the Guardian's response is here (written by soi-disant "English Socialite" Henry Conway).
I haven't updated the blog for six months - mainly through good old-fashioned laziness, but perhaps also because I see fewer RTs on the streets these days. Perhaps it has had an effect...
But if the price of freedom (from red trousers) is eternal vigilance, I really ought to keep posting. I'll have a trawl through the inbox in the next few days.
Thanks again for all submissions, and apologies to anyone whose repeated pleas to remove the drunkenly submitted photo of their brother-in-law have so far gone unread.
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Friday, 30 November 2012
In Canada, where this photo was taken, the police come down hard on socially divisive leg wear.
We wouldn't want it to get disproportionate of course, but something along these lines on the Kings Road from time to time might not be a bad idea...
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Monday, 12 November 2012
Many thanks to Leigh for this one. Apparently getting his mate to stand in the shot wasn't an entirely successful ruse. Said the red-trousered man on finishing his call (who we can only assume has grown six inches since he bought this pair) "I hope you got a good one, you cunt!" Good enough matey, good enough.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
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...
According to its website, this Pall Mall fly-fishing shop has been "supplying the country connoisseur since 1840" (or rather, "Supplying the Country Connoisseur Since 1840 "). It looks like the man in the green jumper has been refused admission and is threatening to stand there all day being annoying.