At 78 years old, I never had a hat, I don't have a hoodie,( Whatever that is?!.) I don't have a coat, or jacket, and never had either. Anglesea was fun, in the wet, and the wind, everyone had jackets on, jumpers, shivering. They don't make them like me anymore.( Probably a good thing!.)Perhaps if I grew up, got rid of the Meg250 Clio, and drove an old Volvo, might be more appropriate.