This law (in my view) is both badly written and unnecessary.
But here's the thing.
I don't care.
I will continue to go about my daily nonsense, with all the trappings of a bloke who is lawfully engaged in all the nonsense that a bloke (unsupervised by his wife) gets up to.
My truck will (invariably) have a firearm on board, a selection of knives, hatchets, bill-hooks, crowbars, Silky saws, balls of twine, a conker and a six-pence.
The Police do not care.
They are free to stop me whenever they like (twice in the last six years) and ask me all sorts of impertinent questions.
I don't care.
If the worst comes to the worst, I can always play this...
...and prove my innocence all all suspected criminal offences,
...by pointing out that I am not, and never have worn, a 'hoodie'.
Folks, life is too short to fret over this shite.