THE Cheltenham Festival has concluded, and with it your chance to staple a falcon’s wing to your forehead and call it a hat. What titfer did you look a tit in this year?
Donna Sheridan, barmaid: “As a working-class girl attending Ladies’ Day, I had to represent my community. So my hat was two lampposts with shaven-headed men climbing up them to tie on Union Jacks.”
Steve Malley, sub-aqua therapist: “My hat was a licensed bookmaker. I just about broke even. He made fourteen thousand pounds.”
Julian Cook, currency trader: “A bald cap, and over that a baseball cap. Terribly witty. Prince William was absolutely creased.”
Grace Wood-Morris, couturier: “Grenadier’s bearskin. It really complements where I am as a woman.”
Roy Hobbs, ironmonger: “You know how Kim Kardashian wore Marilyn Monroe’s dress for the Met Gala? Well, this is Abraham Lincoln’s stovepipe hat. Check and mate, bitch. Your move.”