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.

Saturday 19 November 2011

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.

6 comments:

  1. But you have to give it to this terracotta Warrior.... He corresponded his poppy with the trousers wonderfully!!

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  2. This chap is always in The Orange - what a hero!

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  3. Count Alucard I presume...

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  4. This chap happens to live in my block of flats several floors above me.....

    And I can confirm that he IS a nutter. Keeps banging on my door and making excuses to ask after my mother....

    Worrying.

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  5. Nosfe-rouge-tu!

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  6. I saw him! This afternoon! I was walking to Sloane Square tube and we passed each other crossing Lower Sloane Street. I was struggling to think why he was famous, and when I remembered, I was so happy.

    (He was wearing blue jeans today. It wasn't a terribly RT day, to be fair; all the usual suspects had mustard cords on.)

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