I remember buying a pair of Farah slacks when I was in my 20s and trying to affect a more mature image. They were seen as mildly trendy and bridging the gap between youth fashion and traditional old mans gear. I never wore them much as they clung to your legs, especially during colder weather when as a result of wearing them your body assumed the properties of a capacitor and you discharged static every time you earthed out.

As has been said, it was all over for Farah by the mid 1980s when it was relegated to cheesy middle aged man's kit to be found in cheap department stores.

One of those brands that is currently enjoying a mini renaissance in the Mod quarter under a heritage pitch.

Generally terrible quality. Pitched to the Casuals who think they're Mods as a heritage brand, often worn alongside slazenger knitwear in pastel shades and Incontinence pants samba supers.

I only speak of the modern stuff, which is a re-hash of the stuff they brought from the early 80's onwards.

'Boring Bob' that I used to work with in the 1980s wore them. He was not a stylish man. I really hated that little tab on the back too.

Kept my distance due to not caring for the tab and the bland inner label. They seemed like "off", low rent (not in a good way) versions of Levi, Lee etc back then (vintage found in thrift stores 80's/90's). Did find some hopsack five pockets that were pretty good and some even better deadstock 1960's flannel feel flat fronts in recent years. Older ads present them as "Farah of Texas". Curious if they were regarded as lower tier or good quality back then, and when the plunge over the cliff occurred.

Still would regard them as miles ahead of Haggar.

Never liked Farah. The cut, fit, material, colour of the trousers seemed all wrong to me. And the tab was also a no no. Also the people that wore them were not of my tribe. I used to buy a brand of trousers called GB (made in UK) which were much better imo.
I can relate to the 80s Casuals and the clothes they wore but not these trousers.

I wasn't aware of Farah until mid to late 70s I think. I remember a couple of older fellas who wore them thinking they were special, in a  pub I used to go to and I just thought, no not for me. Then the brand seem to disappear only to re appear again as some kind of heritage brand. The cut of the trouser didn't suit me. When they came back it seemed to re invent itself as a young man's item. I may just be prejudiced against the brand because I was very judgemental re clothes and who wore them back then.

The golf jacket I saw at the beginning of the week looked cheap and nasty.  A pair of their trousers I tried on some years ago were a joke.

I think Sammy must have the key to an Ivy goldmine hidden away somewhere: a real treasure trove.  Only he won't allow anyone else access.  So we poverty-stricken northern boys must do what we can.  Poundshop Crusty, eh?

I picture Sammy as one of those ultra-cool faces who went whistling and sneering past a darkened 2 Russell Street window.  Around the corner, however, was a hidden doorway.  If you managed to talk your way past security you got to groove to the Frankie Knuckles sound with a lot of other like-minded types.  Meanwhile, JGGaul is jemmying the Russell Street window and beckoning those waiting breathlessly behind to join him in nirvana.  We leave behind wads of cash, naturally, smile quietly and tiptoe away in the direction of Bar Italia.  Much oohing and aahing ensues over the first and second espresso.  JS, the following morning, smiles sadly and shakes his head.  "Kenny", he says, "those little Ivy elves have been at work again..."