Sadly many still do... and usually have a greasy grey pony tail just below a bald patch Bob.

The appropriate saying is "Under every pony tail there lurks an arsehole!"

So true in every respect.

Actually I had a similar experience at Aintree racecourse about 15 yes ago - all the local lasses dress up in Queen-Mother lookalike taffeta on ladies day, each chooses one different colour and they all overdo showing their cleavages (it looks odd rather than sexy, like having your flies undone) - and there are literally hundreds of red, yellow, blue, black, white or pink slappers of various ages, with the same colour stillettos and hats which look like birthday cakes and lacy dresses with their jubblies jangling inappropriately - it loses something in translation, you have to see it to believe it.

The only person that should wear red trousers is Santa Claus.

As a nipper I had the tightest possible red loons. No room for pockets or underkecks.

I have to say they attracted lots of the right attention - and also some of the wrong attention - at the Railway Purley. Anyone remember that august establishment?

Feast your eyes!

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Don't wish to be self-indulgent, but working in horrible Maidstone today some senior management northern snob bald headed psycho (who I particularly dislike despite only meeting him once - which was more than enough) who regularly aludes to some farm property he owns to make himself look less like the northern sh*tkicker he clearly is and clearly got to his lofty position through pure aggression and miniscule talent appeared today in the staff corridor wearing RED TROUSERS and brown leather brogues. Aaahhh, such bitter sweet vindication.