Seems like it's de rigeur to read Tiger Woods's sex texting opus at the moment. All bubbling away in the lower sections of the press where prurience and giggling voyeurism can peacefully co-exist, and I've seen allusions and references flashing across the social media heavens on that same topic.

I'll be forsaking the entire opus - I've already glimpsed a few courtesy of one of London's news lite freebie papers, so I get the drift.

What's got hold of me is something, oh, so different. I'm seeing more and more men wearing hats, proper hats, of the trilby, racing felt, fedora, even bowler genus. Does start to feel like we're slipping into some fifties's fashion revival.