Punk or Fairy
It was 1995, my uni halls of residence was holding a "Punk or Fairy" fancy dress party. I decided to be oh-so-wacky and went as a punk fairy (i'm a straight male BTW).

I made my face totally white with make-up, put on bright red lipstick, heavy black eye-makeup, put my (then) long hair in pigtails, made a fairy skirt out of bubble-wrap & finished it off with a rough denim jacket. Oh, I also made myself a wand. This took ages but I had help from the girls on my corridor and by the end of it I think I looked like the best punk fairy in the world.

I then proceeded down to the bar to get the rapturous applause & admiration for the best costume and to be crowned the most wacky-crazy-raaaandom student in the world. Ever.

Nobody had dressed up. Nobody. Not one fucking bastard. Oh wait, I lie, a rugby player I knew had dressed up as a punk and proceeded to pretend rape me on the pool table. At least I think it was pretend (11 years of mental blockage does odd things to ones memory).

They even nicked my fucking wand and broke it. Cunts.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Thu 24 Aug 2006, 15:23, Reply)