The Big Day Out in Hats

Long weekends always send me out of wack. That extra day.

You end up squeezing two weekends worth of partying into one and the five days work into four. Tis not good for the health. Especially when the long weekend is a celebration of ones patriotism. And particularly if you screamed at the The Black Kids, jumped up and down to The Prodigy and swayed to Neil Young at the Big Day Out.

It doesn’t make for a pleasant Tuesday. But it does make for some great photos and fricken hilaaaarious memories.

There were some serious outfits kickin about the dust around Flemington but given the temperature I thought the most important accessory of the day was a hat. And no. You with the mullet wig, that doesn’t count as a hat. Although it does provide some shade.

Here are some of the pearlers that caught my eye.