I bought
a panama hat today. I feel this is a definite landmark
in my sartorial timeline, although to say I have a sartorial
timeline is, I must say, a bit grand. The thought of
paying more than twenty quid for an item of clothing
still makes me shudder. That's not to say that I don't
own items of clothing that cost more than twenty quid,
I just didn't pay for them; most of them came courtesy
of the BBC or tv commercials or anywhere else I can
ponce something free that fits me (although with my
recent weight gain just finding something that fits
me is reason to celebrate; unfortunately I celebrate
by eating cake). I'm not sure if my new panama suits
me, I may have to go back to the shop and change it
for something slightly less 'David Niven'. Although
to be honest I should maybe keep it, for me to find
a hat that fits my freakishly oversized head it something
of a coup. A make up lady on a job last year said I
had the second largest head she'd ever had to fit a
wig for. I'd afraid I can't tell you who she cited as
having the largest bonce in TV comedy today, I've purposely
refrained from showbiz tittle tattle such as that in
my blog, I'm bigger than that (well my head is anyway).
Fuck it, it was Mark Wootton.
