Billy Bragg again

I recently wrote that if I wore a hat I would take it off to Billy Bragg for his sheer excellentness. As luck would have it, a recent spell of fine weather has occasioned me to buy just such a thing to stop the top of my head being burnt by the sun. (I don’t remember this happening when I was younger. I suppose it must be the thinning of the ozone layer allowing more UV rays to penetrate through to my scalp. Something’s thinning anyway.)

So, in an official doffing ceremony at the weekend, Billy Bragg became my first doffee, an award I feel sure he will treasure.