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Rotating 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.

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:37)
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I'm the zombie at 1:40
(, Sat 27 Oct 2012, 6:24, 4 replies)
Pearoast of sorts.
I bought a bear costume off the internet whilst drunk one night. And have certainly got my moneys worth.

Sorry about the fb link.

(, Sat 27 Oct 2012, 3:20, 7 replies)
I quite like dressing up
Rather than posting too many pictures here's four:

1) Devil riding to work...
2) Alexander Litvinenko unfortunately not showing the glow stick "isotope"
3) The Devil and "Raj Poroit" away from the other superheroes & villains pub crawl
4) Stag Do in Loch Ness, me as the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man
(, Sat 27 Oct 2012, 1:26, 4 replies)
I wanted to dress up as a cunt
But there were too many to choose from /talk...

I lurked for months and this is the best I had, pitiful.
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 22:24, 11 replies)
I have spent nearly £200 on making my own costume for Expo.
That's a conservative estimate. It still looks like rubbish.

A fair warning to you Londoners: I am a comic book Norse Goddess and will be drunk. There will be fake swords involved. SO MUCH FUN!
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 21:47, 1 reply)
once went to a movie theme fancy dress party
in my normal clothes and said i was an extra. i thought i was being a bit witty everyone else thought i was being a bit twatty

they were probably right but in my defence it was at short notice and i had no time to think of a proper costume
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 20:14, Reply)
Back in 2009 I had planned to go up into town with some mates in costume for halloween. It had been planned well in advance, so I was able to spend some time and money earlier in the year on assembling an accurate scouttrooper costume from Return of the Jedi.

It took some months, although I did only a little of the hard work - I had to order the basic armour and helmet form a prop maker in the US, gloves and assorted bits form some one else over the pond (then I had to assemble it all), the flack-shirt from someone in germany, the boots and soft parts from a guy here in the UK, and I had to customise a flight suit myself (removing all pockets, altering the collar, and sewing in a saddle patch as well as a mudflap over the backside)

So, I was wearing a flightsuit with feux-suede saddlepatch and mud-flap, a flack-jacket (a half-t'shirt thing), gloves, boots, thick padded cummerbund (and crotch piece), PVC knee-pads, forearm pads, elbow pads, shoulder bells, chest and back "armour", helmet, belt and boxes, and fabric packs.

In hot pubs and bars, (in my regular bar I recieved a standing ovation) I lasted until about 11pm where I nearly passed out from heat exhaustion. That was not so funny.

I've not worn the costume since, and now sits in a box packed away.

One day I may buy a mannequin so it can stand in a corner somewhere.

(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 18:28, 4 replies)
OOOH dressy uppy!
I love a bit (lot) of dressy uppy! I'm usually the one doing the make-up on friends and family too!

Personal favourites are:
A make-up i did on my nephew using cheap facepaints and Pva glue!


Zombie Michael jackson..

here are some of my other attempts

(I made sure i got my moneys worth out of the thriller costume.. i've been to 3 different parties as the king of nonces pop!)

This weekend I'm going to a "dead celebrity" theme night...
will add a pic on here after Saturday night :)
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 18:15, Reply)
My friends and I love an excuse to dress up and get drunk...
inspired by the flight of the conchords song Bowie in space, we had a david bowie party. with ziggy stardust, the star man, the jean genie, major tom and ground control and a terrifying goblin king with giant baking potato codpiece all strutting about. nobody came as ashes to ashes bowie though. shame.

Victorian squalor; we dressed like fagins gang and other unsavoury characters, drank only gin and feasted on sweeney todds pies

drinks party; dress as the drink you plan to mainly drink. costumes included captain morgan, a black russian, sailor jerry, hair of the dog, lambrini (a lamb with brie written on its knee) and a tequila worm. i went as tesco value rose, a cheap night but a rotten hangover!

other parties included storybook characters, science, 70's suburbia and anything beginning with C.

Not sure we've had a house party that wasn't fancy dress, they have all been ace :-)
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 17:15, Reply)
Fairly tame, but
Sadly Single Zombie (sporting a sign which basically says "Looking for a girl, looks don't matter, only BRAINS"), High School Musical Zombie, and Sweet Zombie Jesus.

A reasonable amount of liquid latex went into the makeup effects, including Jesus' nail holes, a spurting jugular, and visible tendons in several gaping wounds.

(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 12:11, 1 reply)
I went to a fancy dress party...
I was piggybacking a girl. The host looked confused and asked me what I'd come as. I replied "I am a snail" pointing to the girl on my back "this is Michelle"

*disclaimer - didn't actually happen
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 11:35, 2 replies)
It took
Two weeks, two real pig heads, a load of plaster, liberal slatherings of vaseline, some latex and a little paint but I finally got the face I deserve.

(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 9:21, 4 replies)
So even b3ta is doing Halloween now?
The Merkinization of the world marches on & on & on &on & on... etc.

Any of you guys turn up on my doorstep on Wed. looking for lollies (candy, sweets whatever) - be sure for a big surprise (and it'll not be a treat).

Am looking forward to all the slutty pics tho.

*If I can find them I'll post pics of me in a skirt*
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 8:54, 48 replies)
The hallucinogenic qualities of boredom....
12 years ago I shared a house with two old school friends. As I have described elsewhere in various QOTWs, we were slobs who spent any spare time or money in the pub.

One Saturday two of us were sitting at home bored. We had no money or beer and neither would be arriving any time soon. We were so bored in fact that a scouting mission to the corner shop to see what our aggregate worth of £1.62 could get us was suggested. It got us a small pack of face paints and 12 pence. I'm still not sure why we bought them, If I'm being perfectly honest.

We lasted a couple of hours before we cracked them open, and within 10 minutes I was 'Saklar the Firegod'- my face ornately covered in red and yellow zigzags, and my house mate was 'Gooja, spirit of the forest', himself covered in green and black swirls.

We must of spent a couple of hours running around the house, commando rolling where possible or sliding down the stairs, all the while using our 'powers'. We even had the following conversation, which I shall take with me to my grave-

'How come you get to be a god, and I am just a spirit?'
'Because I wield the gauntlet of flame!!'
'Fair enough.'
(The gauntlet of flame was a tatty yellow duster I had tied around my wrist which apparently gave me unlimited fire-type powers. He only had a green and white checked tea towel as some kind of archaic cravat. I didn't do too much, but it did allow him to conjour 'a cooling moss' If my fire powers got out of hand.)

I must remind you that we were still completely sober at this point.

A few hours into our adventure, we started to flag and there came a point where we considered washing it off before our other housemate came home and never speaking of it again. We kept it on. We heard the key in the door and jumped him. He stood there looking at his two friends covered in facepaint, in a house that had clearly staged some kind of battle that, if not exactly between two warring deities, had still managed to knock some furniture over and break a lampshade. It didn't look good, he had that 'WTF?' look that meant our fun was over.

So imagine my surprise when mere minutes later, he was covered in brown and black scales and had transformed into 'Arbokai, lord of beasts'. He was still wearing his suit, and his tie gave him dominion over the beasts of land and air. Arbokai joined us in our titanic struggle that had now spilled over into the park outside. It was still daylight and we didn't care.


*Edit- in case this battle between imaginary beings seems somewhat one-sided, I feel I must point out that we agreed that due to the medium of photosynthesis, the more I used my Sun-godly powers, the stronger the Forest spirit became. To make it fair, like.

Also Looking back at it, I think that we had subconsciously hoped that someone else would turn up as we had a load of blue left over and maybe needed a water demon or something. I think that's why Arbokai couldn't control fish.
Edit over*
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 8:28, 7 replies)
gorilla -> mankini -> banana -> daleks

(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 8:18, 1 reply)
Bagheera, the black panther
As a kid, clueless parents made costumes impossible to arrange. I wanted to go to a Halloween party as Bagheera, the black panther, but had no assistance. So, I stapled some grocery bags together and used black crayons to create the illusion of a lithe jungle cat. It didn't work. Judging from other parents' snickers, I was apparently mistaken for a robot.
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 8:05, 1 reply)
For a masked ball at my old goth club, I wore my own face.

Well, I took a snap and printed it out on cardboard. People were slightly confused by this, thinking I might be someone else in disguise or, since it was dark, wondering why I looked so strange until they got close enough.

I don't think I've really bettered this idea, conceptually.
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 6:12, 6 replies)
I was kicked out of a fancy dress party once.
I presented myself totally undressed in fact totally nude except for an empty 600ml carton of custard covering my old fella and family jewels (and a string around my waist to keep it in place).

No one at the party could figure out what I had come as although, there were a few suggestions of pervert, when actually I was “fucking this custard”

Apparently the father of the bird who held the party found it to be totally inappropriate and suggested he would commit grave acts of violence on my custard carton and its contents if I didn’t leave (or as he put it, rip it off me and shove it down my throat).
(, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 1:21, 5 replies)
Turned up at a party with a crate of beer to be told that it was animal themed fancy dress.

Fucking furries
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 22:19, 3 replies)
If in doubt.
Black up.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 21:45, Reply)
I always dress like a cunt

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 21:37, 7 replies)
We were at work one day
...in a telesales office of a Friday afternoon, around 3 of the clock, quaffing warm tea and chatting nonchalantly.
As a little diversion from the phones and spreadsheets, I chose to offer a challenge to my colleagues: I was going to a Halloween party that night, and I wanted a really good, really scary costume idea.
Jill from accounts suggested I dress as a frightening clown, maybe with specks of blood on my face. Oooh, scary, said Diane in sales, I hate clowns.
Pete from marketing suggested I dress entirely in black and attach flat panel speakers to my front and attach a head-worn microphone, meaning my every word would be disconcertingly amplified. Interesting, freaky, everyone liked the idea.
Then Chris from purchasing, a quiet lad, loudly made a suggestion from the other side of the office (an office full of middle aged women, quiet accountants, unassuming receptionists):

"A baby. A baby covered in spunk."

The room went quiet. Everyone pretended to be busy. A sob escaped from Janine in HR.
So that was my costume.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 21:20, Reply)
Mankini Skydiving
This video features me and a few friends of mine during a skydiving trip to Lithuania in 2011.

It's pretty horrible and I would imagine NSFW:

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 20:51, 1 reply)
Sometime in the mid 90's a friend of mine had a fancy dress party at his house on new years eve.
Someone came dressed as Superman.....

....in a wheelchair.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 20:50, Reply)
Last Saturday I went to a fancy dress party as a devil

Papier mache horns attached to my head with pva and wire, scary contacts, a ton of red facepaint and some rather lucky finds in charity shops.

I'm normally a very friendly jovial chap so it was quite a transformation for me. Quite a few of my friends actually couldn't look at me, which I obviously played on as much as possible. At one point a friend was doing the drunk 'oh you're an amazing bloke I love you so much' thing when she caught sight of my face, at which point without pausing for breath she called me every name under the sun.

At the end of the night a bloke asked if he could dance with the devil just once!

I was also rather pleased to see the birthday boy was wearing bad 70s clothing with a "jim fixed it for me" badge.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 20:38, 9 replies)

As well as making sweary fireworks, I love fancy dress. Fancy dress is THE best way to go out drinking. I love it. Hence the few too many photos I'm going to share... (Sorry)

I won the title "King Zombie" in 2010 for this OAP zombie.

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In 2009 I won "Most Original Zombie" for this:

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I made a bunch of these in 2009 and have had fun in several places with them:

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We made the hats, belts, trousers and bags for these and they were a lot of fun this year.

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Here are some Roman costumes we made a few years ago:
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Here's me in a number of my costumes I've made, adapted or bought etc:

Costume Montage

A better selection of more or less the same thing here:


The current project (although on hold) is a contemporary space suit. Unfortunately I don't find it easy at all and I have no idea of and when I'll ever finish that(!)
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 20:17, 6 replies)
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 20:12, 1 reply)
Have a Pea
I am a very bad man
'Twas a dark and stormy night, clearing later, occaisional showers of fish and I was bored and slightly drunk. The rain had stopped about an hour ago but it was as dark as the soul of an advertising executive.

I knew that there was supposed to be a beach party that night, hardly anyone I knew but better than sitting in a creaking hut and waiting for nothing to happen. So I got up, grabbed my grandfather's old black sou'wester mac and hat and looking like a refugee from "I know what you did last summer", slipped out the door. I had to walk down past the old Priory, now a hotel and between the clouds and the trees it was blacker than Satan's ballsack. Up ahead was a line of tea candle lamps so I grabbed one and headed down to the beach.

A hundred yards ahead were 30 people round a small campfire tripping their little nuts off so I decided that a prank was in order. Swinging my lantern ahead of me, dragging one leg and moaning like an uncouth zombie I staggered towards the light.

They shat themselves, apparently if your tripping your gourd off a zombie/psycho/ancient mariner type is not who you want impinging on your conciousness. When the screaming died down I was soundly cursed for destroying their peace of mind, disturbing ley lines and generally being an arse. So I told them that I'd only come down to warn them about the poisonous, flesh burrowing sand hoppers and left them to to enjoy a night of tears and frantic scratching.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 20:08, Reply)

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