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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A couple of ideas...
I once turned up as a KKK member, with my brother similarly kitted out, for a bad taste party. What probably took it too far was my father's idea that we should shove a burning cross into their lawn. But Hitler answered the door, and seemed fairly OK with it all. My dad went as President Kennedy after his assasination. Popcorn with red paint looks a lot like brains.
Recently, for New Years, we decided to have a fancy-dress party to the tune of 'anything you want, but it must begin with the letter you pull out of the Scrabble bag'. I got to go as a stegosaurus. Fortunately, a tramp sat on my tail, so I got to retreat to my bedroom to 'fix it', with the help of a very, very attractive hippy.
His Holiness Pope Pius IX
( , Tue 17 Jan 2006, 19:23, Reply)
I once turned up as a KKK member, with my brother similarly kitted out, for a bad taste party. What probably took it too far was my father's idea that we should shove a burning cross into their lawn. But Hitler answered the door, and seemed fairly OK with it all. My dad went as President Kennedy after his assasination. Popcorn with red paint looks a lot like brains.
Recently, for New Years, we decided to have a fancy-dress party to the tune of 'anything you want, but it must begin with the letter you pull out of the Scrabble bag'. I got to go as a stegosaurus. Fortunately, a tramp sat on my tail, so I got to retreat to my bedroom to 'fix it', with the help of a very, very attractive hippy.
His Holiness Pope Pius IX
( , Tue 17 Jan 2006, 19:23, Reply)
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