Dressing UpRotating Disembodied Head asks: Have you spent 10,000 man hours recreating a costume of a minor character from Star Trek to wear at conventions or merely turned up at a party buck-naked and sporting a mouthful of custard which you spit out on demand and declare yourself to be a zit? Tales of the old dressing up box, fancy dress parties and stealing panties off next door's line. Said too much.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:37)
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Captain CondomWay back in the 80s my partner and I were invited to a fancy dress party by a rather pompous friend whom we shall call Newton Web-Bowen (now deceased).
He was a noted pederast, very similar to uncle Monty in "Withnail and I", except that due to a stroke he tended to drool a bit as he lusted after young gentlemen - many of whom were invited to the party.
The theme of this party was "Dress for Bed" (naturally) and thus we arrived to a throng of merry young gents all dressed in various forms of pyjamas, apart from one clever friend who had a condom taped to his jacket pocket.
I secreted our outfits in the bedroom and when the party was in full flight we changed and leapt into the living room in our costumes.
I wore a white bin bag, my partner wore a black one with a matching balloon taped to the top.
Cue stunned silence and opened mouthed collection of queens - apart from Newton who would drool if he opened his.
(, Sat 27 Oct 2012, 16:22, Reply)
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