I like a hat. In my indie-kid days I used to sport a Greek fishermans cap, worn tilted towards the back of the head, which went well with my Morrisseyesque quiff.
These days, lacking the follicle action required for quiffs, I mostly resort to beanies when walking the dog in the darker months, but have a fondness for a nice baseball or cycling cap (never, ever in the car or backwards…) when the sun appears.
Lately I have become enamoured of victorian smoking caps, à la Norman Parkinson. I’m sure I’ll look an utter twat, but I really fancy one.
Who here likes a hat?