Daisy: I just wish he wasn't wearing that big trilby. He always look a bit barmy in that big trilby.
Onslow: Daisy, your father'd look barmy in anything.
BBC. Keeping Up Appearances: The Art Exhibition (1992)
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Frank Smiley walked into the restaurant in a brown corduroy jacket, suede patches at his elbows, a bow tie, and his standard hat—this one more trilby than fedora.
Emily Giffin. The One & Only, p.76 (2014)
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take your foot away out of that I hate people touching me afraid of her life Id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that touching must go on in theatres in the crush in the dark theyre always trying to wiggle up to you that fellow in the pit at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go there to be squashed like that