@spendius,
There's a lady on TV just now, Emma Spencer, wife of a top jockey who she doesn't bother with anymore having taken up with a commentator colleague, who is stood in the middle of Ascot racecourse giving us a report on the going. It's been raining all week.
She is wearing high heels and a lovely two piece mustard business suit type thing and has on her head a squat fez, at 30 degrees to a line from her nose to a point equidistant to the mid point between her slightly apart feet, out of which a number (10--15 about) of highly polished, sharply pointed metal spikes are sticking out 6 inches into space in an aureole of dazzling effulgence of such intensity in the bright sunlight that they might be said to look like thunderbolts issuing from the Godhead and flashing every time she moves her head to emphasise a point.
How did that apparition evolve fm? That's more interesting than bloody bats.