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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Childhood traumaOnce, in Haven (*up north*'s answer to butlins) my brother and I were informed we were going to be in a fancy dress competition. Yay we thought. My brother was promptly provided with a superman costume.
"What can I be mummy?" I piped up.
So my mum spend a busy afternoon tying my hair into a high ponytail and furnishing me with black trousers, a black top and a huge cone shaped bra - made of cardboard and painted silver.
That's right, I was Madonna.
I was also six years old, had no idea who Madonna was, and ever since have carried round the trauma of being the only six year old with gigantic pointy boobs.
...When I look back on my childhood, I do wonder at times what the hell my mum was thinking....
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