Fancy Dress
One christmas my dad's side of family had a big get together down at my aunt's farm in Devon, (We went through a phase for a few years where every holiday involved a family get together down at the farm, not really sure why) the highlight of which was going to be a fancy dress party.

Having all decided on our various costumes, (I went as a gangster; smart suit, dodgy mustache and a gun which I enjoyed threatening my the children with) we set about gathering the props. However, due to my dad being a cheap and lazy git, by the time the day arrived his pharaoh costume was utterly non-existant.

So, in a brilliant display of last-minute thinking, my dad dissapeared into his room, and emerged a few minutes later dressed exactly the same, but with a baseball cap on.

"What costume's that meant to be?" We asked.
"I'm Steven Spielberg!" he replied (my dad wears glasses like said director, and at that stage had a similar beard)

Needless to say when we arrived at the party, to encounter family members who'd spent a great deal of time on their costumes, my dad had the piss taken out of him for the entire night. Best thing was, he'd been really proud of his Spielberg idea at the time. Fool.
(Uncle Comrade, Wed 30 Aug 2006, 12:17, Reply)