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 shameIn primary school I won three times in a row. Once as a post box - but no ordinary postbox - this was 1977! A silver jubilee postbox!! Or rather, a big bit or carboard rolled into a tude and a plastic bin lid on top, all sprayed silver by me da. Brilliant.
The second time was even more embarrassing - I went as a sheep! My mum made me do it! A big woolly jumper and trousers, lovingly knitted by her and me granny, a sheep mask (ah, the horror, I can't type this any more), and according to my mum, some sort of tail and also white shoes. My mum's white shoes. Christ, thinking about it now they should have shot me rather than letting me win!
The third one kind of makes up for it - the week before the compo I'd foolishly ran into a wall and got three stitches in my eyebrow. Three big black stitches! There was only one thing for it - I had to go as a pirate! The scar was just the thing and the fool judges obviously felt sorry for me after I'd pokeds it a bit and made it nice and red! Genius!
(, Wed 18 Jan 2006, 14:56, Reply)
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