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.

Friday, 23 December 2011

The real Father Christmas?

Recently escaped from a North Korean prison camp or rescued from a shipwreck, and not having enough time to get much of a disguise together, could this be a frail and confused Santa Claus catching the train to Lapland?

Brighton bookseller

I'm told the man in RTs is the one who sells the "lovely books".

I like the way both the trousers and the threadbare Guernsey jumper are a size too small.

(This characterful independent bookseller obviously deserves respect and support, but I'm afraid he has to go in the "lunatic" category.)


"wHY do people keep trying to post lettters in MY MOUTh?? srry cant work thisdamn thing veyr well love dad"

Shopping for guns

...or looking for change?

Better hair, better trousers

The sender makes the observation that the red sock wearer on the left is likely to graduate to red trousers in time, once he has fully developed his self-confidence and bank balance.

Dress-down Friday


A trouser for ALL occasions

Perhaps someone can beat this with a shot of someone wearing red trousers at a funeral?

Monday, 5 December 2011

On a mission

They can seem unremarkable, but I bloody love pictures like this. An affluent man in late middle-age wears his RTs for a bit of purposeful striding along an average city street. Simple and beautiful.

St Paul's protest

Presumably not a protester.

Traveling trousers

Thank you to Debbie who spotted this fellow at Heathrow recently.

A nice plush velvety corduroy offset by a solid tweedy coat. Also: trousers pleasingly a couple of inches too short.

(Although - and not wishing to be unkind here - I'm not sure the small-bag-over-shoulder look is quite the thing for a true Terracotta Warrior...)

Another one from Oxford

Strangers on a bridge

Wonderful! Try as they might, these two simply couldn't ignore each other. The man in the orange trousers was, perhaps unsurprisingly, Dutch.

Patrick Ekwall (Swedish Sports Journalist)

Many thanks to Erik for this one.

Apparently RTs in Sweden are known as "success trousers".

"Flashmen" cricket club dinner

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Durham RT society

Loath though I am to encourage them, here is the St Cuthbert's Red Chino's society, of Durham University.

Admirably self-aware, although not  entirely tongue-in-cheek I suspect...

The Orange, Belgravia

Hats off to Abigail who had the nerve to get a good full-frontal of this not unscary Terracotta Warrior near Sloane Square.

Monday, 7 November 2011

Fixed Penalty Notice

"I'm sorry sir, but 'burgundy' is red as far as I'm concerned. You've got 14 days to appeal."

Monday, 31 October 2011

Tuesday, 18 October 2011


Mademoiselle Anonymous writes: "I totally got caught out by the girlfriend. She knew exactly what I was up to." Excellent work Mme Anon! Collectively they're a sort of Public School version of those groups of Opal Fruit shirt guys from the 90s.

(I love the way the guy in blue trousers is all like "I win!")

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.

Blue suede shoes

Outside Lords


[something complimentary about his attractive wife, to hopefully take the edge off the massive invasion of privacy involved in posting this picture]

Blending in with one's natural surroundings


Rock in Cornwall, where this photo was taken, is of course one of the UK's premier Red Trouser towns.

Red bus red trousers

"CONGRATULATIONS! You are now the proud owner of a lovely pair of red trousers! Laundry instructions: 60 degrees, wash separately. Transport instructions: if you need to use a bus, make sure to get one of the little black ones with an orange light on the top. Under no circumstances get one of the big red ones with the fat people in."

Bracae Rufae Universitatis Oxfordiensis!

The photographer explains that the man seen sporting RTs here is "one of Oxford's most venerable academics".

Judging by the youthful pallor of the back of his neck and the fluffy bit of hair at the top, I'd say he was more of a wally undergraduate. Can anyone in Oxford confirm or deny?

At the Polo

At the Polo in Richmond. Guards Officer in RTs perhaps? Great result with the direct approach here. Thank you to JP for this one.

Monday, 26 September 2011

Late season Panama

I told him I had taken his picture because he looked like my uncle, which is partly true. He didn't seem to mind.

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Old Vulgarians Rugby Club

Henley Regatta

I think he's just holding on to the top of the boat, but it does look a lot like he's doing a big "Oooo 'ELLO SAILOR!"

Thanks to Rosie for this excellent photo.

Country Classic


"If I take my trousers off, will you throw them away for me?"

"Sorry guv that's hazardous materials. I'd love to, I really would, but the council won't let us. Health and Safety."


Trousers and socks kind of match the London Underground logo.

A colourful presentation

I love the way the two colours in the bar-chart match his trousers and his shoes.
The man on the right - he looks like that guy who used to present match of the day or something...?

Mr Bramall