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.

Wednesday 25 January 2012

Fund manager

























who likes strutting around the office in his socks, I'm told...

Another one from Henley 2011


Scottish bird


Piccadilly line

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Ladies' man


Rye Golf Club


If you thought golf was all about top-of-the-range Mondeos and men called Nigel, think again... 

In McDonald's


























The Chairman
























Right trousers, wrong party.