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 28 June 2012

Retarded Hipster Cowboy

I shouldn't call him retarded. He's probably not - it's only because he's on a swing, smiling. It was the sender's chosen subject line, and I think it should stay.

If he is actually retarded, then double sorry.

2 comments:

  1. Look! He appears to have won some sort of medal. Gold for happiest looking swing pedalling four-eyed cowboy perhaps?

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  2. What is this pedal swing?! Is it only available to red-panted gents?!

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