Kids, here’s a fairytale for you.
Wonderful singer Amy Winehouse has a boyfriend.
His name is Blake.
They are in love.

See? They are. Ready for the next, mind-boggling part of the tale? Here it comes.
Blake has a hat.
Emphasis being a hat. Not several. Not even two. You want proof? Blakka, blakka, here come now!

Exhibit A. No, Amy’s hair isn’t simply styled like that. It’s assuming battle formation to snatch the hat, walk across The Shire, past Sauron’s army, kill Gollum and throw the hat into the fiery pit of Mount Doom. As if you didn’t know.

Exhibit B. Fervent proof that the hat is cramping Blake’s head as much as his style. No, that’s not Blake’s expression caught in a bad frame. Neither is he trying to act zombie to avoid being spotted. This is apparently The Gods of Fashion trying to mush his brains as punishment for unleashing that ancient curse upon us.

Exhibit C. No, you’re not the first to consider commenting this post with old hat. Just don’t.

Exhibit D. When the crowds were shouting Blake, take it off, they were referring to the obelisk forever residing on your head, ffs!!1

Exhibit E. Taken just before Amy decided to backhand Blake into the ground for being The Fashion Antichrist. The FBI, KGB, Interpol, BBQ Our analysts have spent days just analysing this picture and came to the conclusion that the following dialogue must have taken place:
Blake: Dear, don’t I just look dashing in this hat?
Amy: Why didn’t I leave him when I could? Oh, of course, honey! Peachy keen, heh!
Blake: Cupcake, I love you.
Amy: I love you too, sweetheart.
Blake: Cutiepea, to prove my love, I’m gonna wear this hat forever.
Here’s where the picture was snapped.
Amy: [backhand-bitchslaps Blake]
End of story? Hell no.
In order to cut Blake some slack, we’ve uncovered a photo of his great-great-great-great grandfather to show that this type of malign anti-fashion sense has gone down in his family forever.

OK, Blake, so your family’s cultural tendency is to wear hats forever, but this doesn’t cut you any slack. Blake? Blake! For f**k’s sake, break with the old tradition and simply unwear it! It’ll be like a load off your head, promise. Please? Pretty, please?
We’ll be following you closely now that you know about us, Blake. Consider this a warning.