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


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.