Fancy Dress
Two words that fill me with dread. Fancy Dress. Some people really get off on this - last party I went to that involved dressing up, one bloke came in a sort of fetish-nazi outfit, all tight black pvc, whips and jackboots.* Which would have been OK but it was a Eurovision party, and he'd come as Austria.
What's the worst costume you've encountered? Or worn? Or been made to wear...
*and no, it wasn't one of them royals
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
Two words that fill me with dread. Fancy Dress. Some people really get off on this - last party I went to that involved dressing up, one bloke came in a sort of fetish-nazi outfit, all tight black pvc, whips and jackboots.* Which would have been OK but it was a Eurovision party, and he'd come as Austria.
What's the worst costume you've encountered? Or worn? Or been made to wear...
*and no, it wasn't one of them royals
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
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My mother always was an absolute beast at costume making.
on holiday one year i was entered into the childrens fancy dress competition. I was about 5.
The costume consisted of a pair of large white square pieces of foam that constituted bread, with crepe paper and foam lettuce, tomato and cheese stuffed liberally around the edges.
The plan was that i was to stand, legs and arms apart and when asked what I had come as, I was to pronounce with the confidence of the messiah "a sandwich spread".
That was the plan.
Instead I stood there stubbornly in my large bread overcoat and whenthe MC came to me and said "now then, what have you come as?" I shouted "A BUTTY" at the microphone.
I won, and I still contest that I would have been booed out of Dawlish if I'd gone with my mum's idea.
( , Mon 16 Jan 2006, 9:58, Reply)
My mother always was an absolute beast at costume making.
on holiday one year i was entered into the childrens fancy dress competition. I was about 5.
The costume consisted of a pair of large white square pieces of foam that constituted bread, with crepe paper and foam lettuce, tomato and cheese stuffed liberally around the edges.
The plan was that i was to stand, legs and arms apart and when asked what I had come as, I was to pronounce with the confidence of the messiah "a sandwich spread".
That was the plan.
Instead I stood there stubbornly in my large bread overcoat and whenthe MC came to me and said "now then, what have you come as?" I shouted "A BUTTY" at the microphone.
I won, and I still contest that I would have been booed out of Dawlish if I'd gone with my mum's idea.
( , Mon 16 Jan 2006, 9:58, Reply)
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