Jogging bottoms: Don't let it happen

Women's fashion is well known to swing from one extreme to the other on a regular basis. Take hipster jeans and trousers - when they got to the point where they could decently go no lower, up they shot to somewhere between the boob and the belly button. And there they have remained to this day.

It looks like the skinny thing is going the same way too. They have, by way of the legging and jegging, gone as tight as is possible. And guess what? This year is going to be "all about the jogging bottom."

Now come on, get a grip here. You tried this sort of flouncy pant look back in the nineties with those satin combat trouser things. They looked ridiculous then and they're not going to be any better this time round.

Do this look in soft jersey, with all its arse magnifying properties, and you are heading for some serious fashion regret. Even if you do rock them with 6" Manolos.

This emergence of the jogging bottom from the council estate to the catwalk would be bad enough if it were just going to happen to women. They will look rubbish but then women often do in the name of fashion. They can deal with this kind of thing.

But it looks like this time round fellas are supposed to be going a bit 'baggy with elasticated ankles.' Which is. Not. On.

This is not style. It is slop. It is popping out to the papershop on a Sunday morning. It is but one small step away from underwear. Beefed-up longjohns.

And yet it looks like we're going to be bombarded with this look, beaten into submission, mugged of our style by the very garments favoured by muggers themselves.

But resist this as I might, I feel change is-a-coming, and while it could take me years to accept it, I fear that there could come a day when I step out looking like I've got an empty spud sack on each leg, for the simple reason that everyone else is.

I might skip the Manolos.

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