Back home with my cocoa
What’s with rich fellows and their red trousers? Once seen, never forgotten. Happy Guy Fawkes’ Night, hopefully we’re all free to burn bonfires tonight. Colours by Sammy Borras
What’s with rich fellows and their red trousers? Once seen, never forgotten. Happy Guy Fawkes’ Night, hopefully we’re all free to burn bonfires tonight. Colours by Sammy Borras
If you have money to waste on red jeans that make you look like a wally, you have too much money
Aha! Trident logo spotted on server’s armband! This proves…. something.
Something? Everything at all.
Everything there was to be proven, done. *folds arms in satisfied manner*
“Young people working for free” is one of the top signs of a cult
I was confused by the significance of red trousers but The Guardian has informed me:
“Red trousers are associated in this country with braying poshos on the King’s Road, utterly devoid of self-awareness but wealthy in idiocy; people who probably lost their virginity to an unfortunate member of staff in daddy’s country pad, and are as flushed in the face as they are round of belly. So that is the whole red trouser thing and that is why you hate them.”
English dudes in odd-coloured trousers will only ever mean one thing to me: PigeonGate!
(For the vast majority of people, who haven’t encountered this frankly bizarre example of pink- and purple-betrousered ludicruousness: https://www.bristolpost.co.uk/news/bristol-news/pigeon-ireland-dublin-protest-bristol-2038988)
My eyes!
Also what a wanker.
I was going to say, “Because the artist was lazy?”, but apparently red trousers are a real thing there.
I don’t think laziness would be a factor with any artist who would voluntarily draw the poses depicted in https://steeple.church/comic/why-is-it-your-problem/
It’s no longer updated but this gives a sense of how pervasive the trend is (or was at least): http://lookatmyfuckingredtrousers.blogspot.com/
I would like to think it means that they are all closet communists, keenly working for the redistribution of unearned and/or inherited wealth.
But they aren’t,
The “Lookitmyredtrousers” brigade is infamous.
Ah. What Monty Python called “upper-class twits.”
Red trousers are bad, but salmon trousers are sneaky. You think “ah, not red, so I’ll give them the benefit” but they turn out to be arseholes all the same.
(Happened to me last week)
Is salmon… stealth red?
or is it perhaps just… a red herring?
Salmon shades are the color of choice for Americans of equal or at least equally aspiring priggishness.
In my neck of the woods they dubbed a salmonish color “Nantucket Red” and that is ALL you need to know about the people that sport it.
I believe the pants themselves are referred to as “Nantucket reds.” Generally worn with boat shoes.
“Salmon: Don’t be fooled — they aren’t your Chums.”
Why indeed
John, you outdo yourself. This is lavish. I feel I’ve been to actual department stores that were bigger skimps on decor.
“Hail Trident! Dodge one tine and we get you with the other two!”
I’M SCARED! I don’t know why but I’m scared!!! Red trousers… NOOOOO!!!!!
“Arsehole Safari: the brand new scent for men, from Amstrad. Put it on when you don your power reds.”
“You, too, can smell like an arsehole on safari”
Why would I want to smell like Donald Trump Junior?
Hold the phone! Is that Shelley in the lower-left hand corner by the guy with the mini-quiches?
I think that lady is a different variety of ginger. Shelley’s more orange. I wouldn’t put it past her though.
Maybe it’s Shelby Winner.
Oh don’t, you’ll give poor John a conniption. We knew it John, we knew this whole Steeple project was just a way to bring back Shelby, Scout, Lovejoy and the good old gang!
Yesssss
Showing up here is such an “almost Shelley, but not quite” thing that it would be surprising if Shelby Winner WASN’T here.
We have some of those in our family, and we call it ‘Auburn’
That… seems eminently plausible! Disturbingly so!
Maybe pertinent: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5pZS4jdI-o
Interesting shifty ginger man at the bottom of the window. Is he part of the crowd, or is he breaking the fourth wall…?
My favourite thing about this page is the braying wally who’s having a conversation with his eyes *completely shut*. That’s how much he cares about what the other person is thinking.
What other person? Not one of the foursome in front of him is in his conversation. They’re listening to the blonde to our left. Thank you a) for pointing him out and b) introducing me to the phrase “braying wally”.
It’s entirely possible that there’s someone out of view who he’s talking to. From the angle, there should be room.
This will all turn out to be a promotional launch party for a new flavour of Trident gum.
Wait, where is Rupert?
Denied entry, his blue jeans were deemed ‘unacceptably plebeian’.
I was wondering that too. The canon my head settled on was that he dropped the girls off out front, and when Billie asked if he wasn’t coming in, he was all, “Nah, maybe later, babes. I’m going to do some more driving. Maybe find some late-night artisanal chutney.”
They’re just hoping he remembers where he left them.
Their backup plan in case he doesn’t involves riding away on Maggie’s childhood pony, because it turns out Billie doesn’t actually know how to fly a micro-light aircraft. (Maggie does, but couldn’t find anyone who would rent them one for “party escape purposes”.)
I smell upcoming revelations about our good Detective Constable Dusten.
Mr. Allison, I’m curious if you drew the whole party scene and then put the insert in or if you just drew around it? I really want to see what is underneath!
There’s nothing under the inset panel, maybe a few positional pencil lines. I don’t draw anything I don’t have to if I can avoid it.
If Maggie’s plan is to remain inconspicuous, I fear they made bad outfit choices.
Don’t mind the trousers – however, those blue trident armbands spell “uh oh”…
Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
‘Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God’s providence he was catch’d,
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !
A penny loaf to feed ol’Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,’
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we’ll say: ol’Pope is dead.
Tell us how you really feel about the Pope, bards of 1605
First frame has Billie propping Maggie up. Inside the house, Billie slumps and Maggie is propping her up. And the Red Trousers: I had known inwardly it was a thing but had never articulated it. Ossum! I am back down in Kernow for Christmas. If you are in the district, you can have dinner for signing the house copy of Vol 1.
Is there a specific meaning to the expression, “May I take your coats at all?” Is there a case in which she might take only parts of their coats? Or is this a posh turn of phrase I have never yet encountered?
It’s sort of the opposite of posh. Adding “at all” to a question, particularly at a point of service, is a modern British construction.
I wonder if it originated with someone trying to be clever by using the Latin abbreviation “et al.” to mean “and other stuff” (by analogy with its more correct usage to mean “and other people”) , and other people misunderstood and starting using “at all”. Not that it matters.
As I often do with fictional politicians I was wondering ‘which party?’, I was already leaning towards one answer and the red trousers are giving me more reason to.
Interesting choice for Billie to go with powersuit. With some cleavage to keep things spicy but a Jacket she can just close if she stops feeling confortable. Maggie has seem to go with modern glam and open her unbroken pair of tights, the ones that don’t have artist holes so far.
“Interesting choice for Billie to go with powersuit.”
This is a “power” occasion. If it proves necessary, she’s going to yank Maggie away from the festivities and hit the bricks and no one will be able to stop her. 🙂
“Some” cleavage? I’m not convinced that blouse even has buttons.
when your bustline is not very overflowing in the middle a cleavage that goes all down is less of a deal 😛
It were red jackets with nouveau-rich (and possibly a little bandit) Russians in 90s.