Kim might be a despot but in the fashion stakes he’s got Donald truly Trump-ed
IN the ongoing nuclear soap opera that is the US versus North Korea, it is clear who wears the trousers – Kim Jong-un. This isn’t because of his brave move of threatening to kill us all, but rather in his bold fashion move of bringing back culottes for men.
Not since the golden era of the Jazz Age have men been allowed to wear a trouser twice the width of their bodies, and while back then the billowing pleats complemented their heroin-addled dance moves, Jong-un’s pants truly are worth getting in a flap about.
You might not have noticed his stylish lower half, as you don’t see his legs too often; he is usually pictured sitting at a desk on the launch site of an ICBM, or standing over a Soviet-era machine in a factory that doesn’t make anything.
However, there are photos where you can witness the splendour of his absolutely massive trousers.
They are at least 12-inches wide from upper thigh all the way to the ground, showing that this ’un is not for tapering. What makes them even more bold is that they are suit trousers – these are not skater jeans, to be worn with wallet chain and Offspring T-shirt, but rather a formal attire worn to staged photo ops with children smiling at gunpoint.
His un-fashionable pantaloons ask the question – is that an intercontinental nuclear warhead in your trousers or are you just un-happy to see me?
Here in the so-called civilised world, we are shoehorning ourselves into skinny jeans whilst sipping skinny lattes on lean, zero-hour contracts. Meanwhile, in North Korea, Kim is showing that a real man wears his leg wide and his hair in the style of an oversized beetle perched atop his massive head.
Kim’s trousers have shown that Donald Trump’s long, miserable, red ties are a sad attempt at phallic symbolism, instead looking like a Dali painting of the red button he is going to push to doom us all.
I suspect that Trump’s travel ban on North Korea is more about how threatened he feels by another nation’s obvious style, even though part of him must be dying to get into some bespoke clown pants to conceal his yuge backside. Of course, the real victims of the travel ban are the (presumably) tens of thousands of stylish North Koreans who holiday in the US each year, where they go to spend their millions on exotic treats they can’t get at home, like food and basic human rights, whilst also enjoying that ‘home away from home’ effect of still being in a nation controlled by a despot.
and talking of fashion, Leo
ISUGGEST that all world leaders take a leaf out of Kim’s book – our own Taoiseach would cut quite the dash in colossal pants that look like he borrowed them from a Slimming World champ.
It would certainly look more fitting than the tan slacks and bomber jacket – a kind of ‘Bob Hope entertaining the troops’ look – that he wore to the Ploughing, offset as it was by the overall appearance of someone who wished there was a travel ban on sophisticated urbanites going more than 50 yards from a Starbucks.
Malaysia’s claim on morality
ONE of the saddest travel bans enacted recently was by Malaysia. The government there has banned both the Better Beer festival set to take place next week, and what it claimed was an upcoming ‘gay party’ (presumably not a political party). But it went one step further and has now banned anyone who had planned on attending either event from entering the country.
This followed criticism from an Islamist government party (presumably not a gay party), warning it would turn Kuala Lumpur into the “largest vice centre in Asia”.
If you have been to Asia, specifically Thailand, you will know that this is a fairly big claim, as the prospect of a few craft beer heads nerding out over IPAs or a bunch of lads having a dance somehow pales in comparison to the moral bankruptcy of the seedier parts of Bangkok.
Why I can’t wait tocashmywater charges cheque
GREAT news everyone: we are getting our water charges back by the end of the year.
It will be such a great feeling to lodge that cheque and reminisce about all the arguments with friends and family about whether we already pay for water or towards water, and how water conservation is an important part of not killing the planet, and how metering is the only way to ensure we are conscious of each drop we use.
I know I will thoroughly enjoy getting that money back, as I bathe in the many joyous memories of falling out with those around me, as I tried to do the right thing, only to learn that it wasn’t the right thing at all, it was completely the wrong thing.
Ah well, it’s all just water under the bridge, water that probably came from a leaking pipe that will most likely not get fixed any time soon. Hooray for progress.