Right, let's get the whole fedora debacle sorted once and for all. When I gave up smoking 13 years, three months and 17 days ago (not that I'm counting) I got into buying hats as a distraction during the early nicotine-free weeks. Yeah, weird I know, but that's nicotine withdrawal. Anyway, one of these hats was a black fedora bought off t'interweb and which has never ever been worn (apart from when I tried it on at home and realised it made me look a right twat). I was aiming for the film noir heart-throb anti-hero look but instead got dodgy horse trader/used car salesman instead. Oh, I also bought a straw hat fedora as well for the sun but my sons just said I looked like a slave trader, so I never wore that either
I occasionally wear the two flat caps I bought in Matalan on a deal, but only when it's very cold. Oh, I also bought a pork pie off t'internet and wore it once at an anarchist bookfair.
Anyway, I can say, with absolute indefefatigability, that I'm not George Galloway.