Wearing the trousers...

You know what it's like with trousers, you find a comfortable pair and suddenly no other trousers seem to do the trick. That's why, these days, I spend most of my time in cargo pants.

I think it's a lot to do with the pockets, I love trousers with lots of pockets; somewhere to put all of the things I always carry around like keys, my Swiss army penknife, nails, pencils and pens, a small notebook that sometimes doubles as a sketch book, a couple of seashells, and all the other assorted stuff that I pick up along the way.

No, you can't beat cargo pants with lots of pockets for comfort and practicality; a place for everything and everything in its place. I even have a pair (described euphemistically as workwear) that has a strap for a hammer, a mobile phone pocket, and a place in the knees to insert kneeling pads just in case you need to lay a quick floor or have a sneaky pray.

Even before my love of cargo pants I liked to wear my trousers baggy. I think it began with my six button, high waister, Oxford baggies in my teens and progressed when I went on to art school into 1940's flannels I used to pick up in Oxfam for a couple of bob a pair. How I'd flap in the wind, my kegs held up with an old leather belt I bought for a tanner.

I know the fashion these days is for men to wear their trousers so tight that they look like spiders, but - given the width of my calves, I'll stick to my cargoes I think.