Baseball caps on bonce? Nah, such follicle obscuring fashion accessories are outlawed on the cranium for Driving Licence photographic identificationism.
Unless, of course, you have religious headgear.
And as a pastafarian of the Church of Flying Spaghetti Monster, you can wear a pasta-straining sieve on yer head in your photos thus:
How cool is that! And lookit the driving licence!
Apparently, he had to have a psychiatric evaluation to be allowed to wear his draining utensils, but was passed by the Austrian authorities.
Hold on - you need to be assessed for being mental for believing in a huge meatball and pasta behemoth that dwelleth in the aerosphere (mmmmm... aero!), yet believe in another imaginary man in the sky, and you're deemed fit for society!
I'd don a collander atop me barnet for tomorrow night's 80s night, except all my hair would seep through the holes, and I'd look like some 80s Play Doh Hair Salon work in progress.
The people would avoid me even more, and I'd feel cannelloni* out on me own...
Penne for your thoughts...
* CANNELLONI... KIND O' LONELY... NO? OH, WELL, FORGET IT THEN!
