Another pernicious experiment in the revivification of the seventies. I remember ladies of a certain age wearing these, complete with heavy mascara, a chiffon scarf, and a fondness for a couple of large gins before lunch, making their way unsteadily to Cleveleys for twenty Silk Cut and seventeen games of bingo at the Orion.
I can see this looking reasonably pert and chipper on the right person, but as the right person emigrated to Paraguay 37 years ago after a fall-out over the sale of a bungalow in Anchorsholme, there's not much of a market for this kind of over-structured and derivative headgear.
Splice the mainbrace, or something.
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