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

Churchwear

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

10 comments:

  1. Nice. Pleased to see the lengths people are willing to go to get a key photo.

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  2. His wife is smoking!

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  3. she is lovely

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  4. The font looks like a monster.

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  5. Zoomed right in, no sign of cigarette on mrs wife.

    Not a wrinkle on her though, must have been ironed?

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  6. She may look nice but his name is Rupert and hers is Rupertina. Fact.

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  7. Behold! The patron saint of Red Trousers. A stained glass window was crafted in 1732 and mounted above the font. The rector is also wearing a fantastic pair, perfectly tailored, yet sadly not captured here. Mrs is stonking.

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    1. Who was mounted above the font???

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  8. damn fine filly!

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  9. That's a cute baby.

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