Potters, otters, and fancy dress
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Pgu18hVxME My son went to nursery decked out as Harry Potter today in honour of World Book Day. It was a thoroughly convincing costume - he does have his own, real-life, small, zig-zagged shaped scar on his forehead, after all. Thank God I had the foresight to bash his head against his Grandma’s telephone table when he was 18 months old, hey?
It got me thinking about fancy dress, and the odd costumes I’ve worn over the years.
My Saturday job as a yoof was working in a music shop mainly aimed at the school music market, selling music for piano exams, recorders, and the like. *RANDOM OTTER FACT ALERT*: It was owned by the wife of children’s composer who wrote the music for Geminee Geminii, the barking mad (in more ways than one) choon sung by Johnny Morris about Terry Nutkins’ otter.
Now, downstairs was the music shop, but upstairs, bizarrely, was the fancy dress department. (No, I didn’t see the link, either). Me and my mate often used to purloin the costumes when we were invited to any fancy dress do. We weren’t good at sticking to themes - a fact that can be illustrated by telling you that we went to a Halloween party dressed as vampire bumble bees, just adding a set of plastic fangs to said costumes purely because they made us laugh (their crowning glory was black terry-towelling balaclavas with deely boppers on). Incidentally, I 'pulled' that night, unwittingly discovering the only teenager in the universe with a bee fetish.
Years later, my ‘hen’ night from work (a company awards do with everyone else in black tie and posh frocks) saw me decked out in a full-size, football mascot-type, Foghorn Leghorn-style chicken number. (I didn’t actually choose this, they poulet-ed a fast one on me, I hasten to add). This didn’t go down too well with a miserable colleague who didn’t attend, and who happened to win an award, which of course I decided I should collect on his behalf - resulting in his name under a picture of a chicken in the company magazine.
But perhaps the weirdest fancy dress I wore was a homemade astro-turf number for a Singalonga Sound Of Music theatre show, where I went as ‘The Hills’, just so when people asked me: “What are you?”, I could reply: “I’m alive! With the sound of music!”
So, please share, what are your fancy dress highlights or lowlights?