The Hat

Well, we finally have an answer to the question of the hat: was it cool and worthy of comment or just weird and therefore commented on.  Those of us with great tastes in hats (ie. me) all knew it was only a matter of time before the question was undoubtedly answered with a resounding "aye", but today the question was resolved in the most horrendous manner possible.

Mad Jack's most beautiful hat was stolen.

No.  Not by the over-excited kid.  He's still awesome and we run into him all the time now.

This was unfortunate foreshadowing.

The theft occurred this afternoon in NUIG's College Bar.  Mad Jack, ever filled with a deep-seated trust in the fundamental goodness of humanity (or at least the fundamental belief that they'll be too lazy or cowardly to steal shit). left the hat alone at a table to empty his bladder.  During this time, eye witnesses report, a woman approached the table, picked up the hat, tried it on, then walked off with it.

I wasn't even there to yell the history of that hat at her.

Mad Jack is considerably distressed.  Apparently, the hat was a gift from one of his girlfriends or something, and one of his most prized possessions (that's why he took it to Ireland).

This is her wearing the hat.

Anyway, the hat is gone now... and all that remains are our pictures and our fond memories.

Still the best picture of Mad Jack ever.