Hats & Hamming it up The night before I went to Austria I hung out with some friends to drink beer and yell out the answers to quiz shows. I do enjoy a good bit of trivia. Some hats made an outing, and I took some hammily posed photos. I also got really indignant about the continuing existence of Roger Waters, even though he’s not quite in the Bono league for me. Meg & Chris. Chris pretty much *never* wears hats, which is why I took the photo. Michael found this beret, and decided to put his coat on, and pretend to be Frank Spencer (been watching a fair bit of Some Mothers Do ‘Ave “Em recently). It’s hard to be gormless enough. Michael Hogan, thespian extraordinaire, man of many moods. Time for your closeup. Meg’s new tattoo. Scott in the beret, looking like some kind of serious politics student from the 60s. Meg & Jake. I hadn’t met Jacob before. Nice guy, even if he is far too fond of Pink Floyd minus Syd. Sophie This photo is totally posed, by the way. Meg’s legs. Scott again. HATS!