Two different days, two different hats.
Found note. You gotta have the numbers yo.
This guy was a "busker" in the city who was doing this weird story telling thing that involved him miming that he had a baby. It made me realise that there is sometimes not much of a line between busker and mentally challenged middle aged men with receptacles for change.
This is your classic harmless crazy person who takes their radio thats not quite tuned on the tram with them and plays Springsteen really loud and then suddenly everyone's talking about how not enough is spent on mental health.
The night Collingwood won the grand final, outside the grace darling. They were all singing 'We are the champions' by Queen.
I walked behind this guy and felt ashamed for taking this photo, which was probably way more ashamed than he felt for living it.
I found these on the street about 30 feet from where I found the others ones seen in a previous post.
