Wave Your Hat....

This is the Hat that started it all .....



I thought it was time to prove that my HAT is not so crazy – in fact when you folks have perused this Gallery of Hats, I am absolutely sure the general conclusion will be….

That I know a lot of weird people – you are so right, I do.

Barnacle Bill



and


Dr Death himself...




Then we have The Kraut in this delicious confection…




and myself as Miss Happy-in-the-Beer-Tent..





Even MadDog has his Tombstone moments…




Or you might prefer a Pirate ...





Can’t understand why the Kraut laughs at me hats, look at this…




I’m not known as the Great Poisoner for nothing….




Last but not least, here is the Kraut having a Dr Zhivago moment…and very nice too





and if you meet this down in the woods…run like Hell


Yep.

My thanks to all those who (willingly or unwillingly!) provided the photographs: copyright remains with the owners of these pictures.

Unspeakable Things with Bags

'Bag ladies sought after theft ‘
BBC News 16.11.06
"We believe the two females may be able to assist with inquiries into the theft of a wallet from a bag’ Police.

You have to watch these bag ladies – bloody dangerous they are.

Read my last post, and you might understand. There must be a whole army of these lunatics, who wander round shops (and railway stations) doing unspeakable things with Bags.




The women were caught on CCTV with the bag
Sunderland Railway Station

Forget the ‘little old lady’ bit – they should be rounded up in the cause of public safety. Don’t listen to their pitiful cries, throw ‘em in the jailhouse, and leave ‘em to rot. Say I.

And don’t be fooled by the nice old lady bit, watch your back. It’s dangerous out there.
White hair? That’s just to throw you off the scent. Underneath them granny locks, lurks an evil master brain plotting criminal things.

With bags.

You have been warned.

Yep.

Give me a nice big axe

Some of us stand in a queue, no problem; buy the stuff, no problem. Bloody well never happens to me.

Every time I join the queue for the cash desk, all the lunatics in the world come out. (for you Yanks, that’s ‘the line’)

God’s sake, it’s my lunch hour, and all I want to do is buy some friggin’ coat hangers.

The sort of useful/essential thing, a bloke goes out to buy, and I’d like to find the guy who dares to query me.

If that’s you, bog off.



What do I get? First off, a dotty old lady who has a thing about carrier bags.

I’ll give her ‘Bags’ if she ever joins my queue again. There she was, deciding what size bag she wanted for her dish rack. Not a big bag you understand, nope, she wanted a smaller bag.

Yes, you’ve guessed it, the bloody dish rack was bigger than the friggin’ bag.

The cashier gets loony lady to take a bag that fits the blasted thing. But, amigos, that’s not the finish. It is not. The loony wants the bag made smaller……

Give me an axe, please God, give me a nice big axe.

With much use of tape, the cashier does something to the bag; I know what I’d do, and it won't be the bag that gets it.

My coat hangers? They are large, they are made of wood – and as for you, you dotty old lady...
I’m gonna wrap ‘em round your neck, if you ever stand in my line again.
Yep.