Flash Back
Suddenly this morning it was 1961 or thereabouts. This didn’t become evident until I had left The Carpathia and got on the Tube.
I know that the weather is warm and that shorts and loose shirts are the order of the day, but quite when these shirts became Hawaiian again, I don’t know. And the straw hats. Suddenly the world is filling up with straw Trilbies and Homburgs; particularly the latter:
They're trying to pass this off as a Cuban Straw Fedora, but it's clearly closer to a Homburg!
Where, oh where is the Panama Hat? Are we to suffer a Cliff Richard revival? What of the Shadows and endless recitals of Apache?
I know that the weather is warm and that shorts and loose shirts are the order of the day, but quite when these shirts became Hawaiian again, I don’t know. And the straw hats. Suddenly the world is filling up with straw Trilbies and Homburgs; particularly the latter:
They're trying to pass this off as a Cuban Straw Fedora, but it's clearly closer to a Homburg!
Where, oh where is the Panama Hat? Are we to suffer a Cliff Richard revival? What of the Shadows and endless recitals of Apache?
