I went to the 40th birthday party of one of my wife’s friends on Saturday. It was an 80s evening – fancy dress. There was dancing and music so loud I couldn’t hear myself think. I knew only my wife. Anyone who knows me will know that for me this situation represents the kind of living hell that I think fitting only for the great villains of history.
However, my wife bought me a hat. I love hats. Nuff said.
(Taken on my iPhone using Hipstamatic)
Monday, 31 May 2010
socialising is easier with a hat
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