Hats and Wigs

Why Hats and Wigs? Just because I really like them and a have loads hanging from my wall. After indulging in several years worth of parties, gatherings, festivals and other excuses for general debauchery, I've come to the conclusion that a party's always more fun when you're wearing a hat (or a wig), or, even better, in full on fancy dress. In fact, in my little room in Birmingham (which for whatever reason seems to have become a regular party destination for a collective of pleasure-seeking youths, drunken 'Articulate' enthusiasts, revellers and general wastemen) nobody's allowed in anymore if they're not wearing some sort of trilby, fedora, afro or beret. It's just become a kind of thing.

Anyway, this blog's not even about hats or wigs, but I was probably wearing one as the inspiration for each of my posts swirled around in my bowler-hatted head.