Fancy DressTwo 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
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chthonic, Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
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A Halloween party.Not having any flashy costumes to hand, I ummed and ahhed and finally decided to go dressed in a plain white shirt and trousers, the sort of thing that would've gone unnoticed in the early 1960s, when times were hard and men didn't go around in ripped jeans, girls' tops and grandad caps. However, I was dressed as one of last century's genuinely nasty pieces of work, whose name is synonymous with the unfathomable evil within the human psyche, and with remote parts of Yorkshire. The man who pleaded insanity on conviction and whose partner (in crime as well) died recently but whose face alone is still a terrifyingly iconic image. I was the essence of Moors murderer Ian Brady.
It was a very effective costume, but for some reason the words 'season ticket' and 'Hull' still spring to mind...
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The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 12 Jan 2006, 21:07,
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