I love fancy dress
Some of my favourites have been...

Saddam Hussein (before he was captured of course) resplendent in camouflage, khaki, boots, aviators, beret and dodgy moustache. I looked a bit like Freddie Mercury on a power-trip, but I had great fun demanding free drinks from the infidels behind the bar.

A mime. Possibly the most fun I've had on a night out recently. I tried my best to mime everything I could (not easy since it was the first time I'd mimed). Whenever I got bored of talking to someone I could be very rude, yawning in their face and miming that I wanted to kill myself. I got horifically drunk in the speed-drinking that ensued, and puked on the street outside a bar. Incredibly I managed to mime my way out of arrest by miming food poisoning to the two passing, initially unimpressed PCs.

Perhaps my most esoteric costume was 'Alan Partridge as a zombie' last Halloween. If you're a fan then you'll know what I mean, and I was quite insistent on getting all the details right. Taping the tungsten-tipped screws to myt fingertips was a pain in the fucking neck but was definitely worth it. The most frightening part? The identically dressed person getting the other half of weird looks at the party! I still haven't found the flexcord tail, while the accompanying Pringle jumper and shower curtain found their way into a tree on the journey home.

I've also been a passable Tigger, ended up passing out on my journey home but somehow managed to bounce the rest of the way on waking up. I don't have any recollection of this but I heard about it anecdotally several weeks later. There was more falling over than bouncing involved by all accounts.

I have a great Abu Hamza lined up for an upcoming party, although I can see the twin hooks becoming a bit burdensome. Then again I won't be able to drink if I'm in character *fears*.
(Baron Samedi - sale must end, Fri 13 Jan 2006, 0:27, Reply)