Fancy Dress
Two 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
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
Two 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
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
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Luke, it is your destiny...
What’s better than going out in fancy dress to see Star Wars Episode 1? Convincing your immensely gullible work colleague you’re all going out in fancy dress then not, leaving him to have to walk round the local out-of-town retail park in the middle of the afternoon dressed as a Jedi Knight (costume comprised of black baggy trousers, black knee socks, plastic light sabre and a degree gown…). The local chavvy kids had a field day.
Eventually, we took pity on him and took him to TGI Fridays for a pint (though some might think this was actually a more sophisticated form of torture.) Outside TGI’s was a bloke dressed in a really professional Yoda costume, giving out promotional leaflets for the cinema next door. Our young Jedi master walked over to him and said “Guess it’s just you and me that made the effort then, eh?” In a moment of fancy dress solidarity, Yoda replied “Piss off, prick, I’m getting paid to wear this.”
We then left him to catch the bus back to town on his own. The sight of his little face pressed up against the back window of the bus as a gang of teenagers tried to bum him with his own light sabre haunts me still.
There’s a seat next to me on the bus to hell if anyone’s interested…
( , Mon 16 Jan 2006, 9:45, Reply)
What’s better than going out in fancy dress to see Star Wars Episode 1? Convincing your immensely gullible work colleague you’re all going out in fancy dress then not, leaving him to have to walk round the local out-of-town retail park in the middle of the afternoon dressed as a Jedi Knight (costume comprised of black baggy trousers, black knee socks, plastic light sabre and a degree gown…). The local chavvy kids had a field day.
Eventually, we took pity on him and took him to TGI Fridays for a pint (though some might think this was actually a more sophisticated form of torture.) Outside TGI’s was a bloke dressed in a really professional Yoda costume, giving out promotional leaflets for the cinema next door. Our young Jedi master walked over to him and said “Guess it’s just you and me that made the effort then, eh?” In a moment of fancy dress solidarity, Yoda replied “Piss off, prick, I’m getting paid to wear this.”
We then left him to catch the bus back to town on his own. The sight of his little face pressed up against the back window of the bus as a gang of teenagers tried to bum him with his own light sabre haunts me still.
There’s a seat next to me on the bus to hell if anyone’s interested…
( , Mon 16 Jan 2006, 9:45, Reply)
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