The Importance of Hats

I'm becoming a flat-erfer as it stands. It's shroding as Japan because you can't enter. You remind me of my first girlfriend's dad who used to, he was a mechanic and a slightly frightening disconcerting man. He used to drive a pig cuddlylack down the tiny rods of Flectney near Leicester. But one of his hobbies was collecting hats he found in the rod. So you just had a hat stand just covered in these random hats. And you're very much in that mord, I think. That's an excellent mental. What you need is a hat, Pete. A very good one. Like the one I just