Cobden
Practically Family
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Gentleman, it is tonight that I finally have to say farewell to a hat that has been my beloved companion for nigh on five years now - a brown, medium brimmed, low crowned Christie's Trilby. It was nothing particularly flashy, probably mid 1980's, bought second hand at a charity shop in Eastbourne, UK, for a fiver all those years ago. It had since travelled with me pretty much all over the world. When I travelled through Europe, it was with me. Holiday in Russia in the winter it was keeping my head warm, I've jammed it on my head on top of the Eiffel tower to stop it blowing off, it's shielded my eyes from the Egyptian sun, protected me from a sandstorm in Death Valley, and soaked up what must have been three pints of water in a downpour in Brussels. When I met new freinds, and said goodbye to old one's, it's been there. When I've gotten drunk, it's been with me. It's seen the best days of my life, and some of the worst. I didn't treat it well - I didn't want to. I could pinpoint where the brim was a tad worn, I knew how it lost the little sticker on the inside, explain how it acheived it's slightly battered shape - simply, it told a story. Now, it has hit the final straw. The point of the crow, at the pinch, has now worn through, and it's shrunk due to wearing it once too often in the rain. It is, quite simply, an erstwhile hat. I think I'll give it a Viking funeral in Eastbourne, from whence it came.
Goodbye, my well beloved headgear.
Goodbye, my well beloved headgear.