I insist that he wear them only indoors, on the grounds that he is neither Pablo Picasso nor a Greek fisherman.
So, following days of unheeded pointing and whining at his threadbare garment, No Good Boyo decided to repair the rent.
After studying a sewing kit for a good few minutes he vanished in search of scissors, which I had concealed after his attempt to open a jar of gherkins with them.
Some time later he returned with a pair of nail clippers, and produced to cut off the bottom section of the culotte half-inch by half-inch.
Mr Julien Macdonald may need to revamp his Spring Collection in order to retain the title of leading Welsh couturier.