Let's get that out of the way.
Secondly, it was a bloody cold day and an awkward hurried photograph on my mobile taken with head bent forward. Please bear that in mind when viewing the photograph included in this post... I don't normally look this creepy or indeed this fat!
Let's most definitely get that out of the way! Please!
Anyway, the thing is, at the time of year up here in the great frozen North, it's bloody cold (who knew?!) so I've taken to occasionally going out doors in a hat. A hat I purchased on my last holiday in Yorkshire, from a market stall in lovely little Pickering to be exact, during their Vintage War Fashions Weekend.
It's amazing how hats are viewed.
There are certain quarters I can happily go about in in my hat and no one will bat an eyelid, the student end-Bold Street and beyond- of Liverpool where I occasionally go drinking for example.
But there are some areas-around Liverpool One say-that positively warrant huge double take attention from people I pass by.
It's just a hat right?? Why the attention??
Ok, I've spoke enough, time to show the hat - and again bear in mind all I've said at the top of this post.
Go on, be honest. I can take it...I think!
Anyway as an addendum to yesterday's anti-valentine's rants and the pondering on whether being a couple of being alone is the way forward, I'm reminded of this from the great Larry David
I think that's the conclusive word on the subject don't you?