|Me (centre) as a zombie at our only university fancy dress party. |
That's Sarah (on the left), from my course, as a ninja
and Wayne's brother (whose name I forget), who was visiting him that weekend, as a mad doctor
As I've already shown with my "Faking Family History" post the other week, I do like to dress up. And while I wouldn't call it a regret, I do think it's a shame that I haven't been to that many fancy dress parties.
We only threw one in my three years at university - right at the end of our third year, as well. I went as a zombie (re-purposing my Reservoir Dogs shirt from an earlier party before I'd headed off to Bournemouth University).
I greened-up my face (and beard), twisted tiny glow-in-the-dark plastic maggots into my hair, and donned tattered, 'blood-splattered' shirt and trousers for the event.
|Zombie Vs Ninja Vs Mad Doctor again...|
From my days working for trade magazines, the shirt had been originally worn when I went as one of the characters from Reservoir Dogs to my old boss's fancy dress party:
However, one of my favourite 'fancy dress' moments came when, as chief reporter of The Sevenoaks Chronicle, I wangled a Halloween article that - of course - required me to dress up in full costume (borrowed from a fancy dress hire shop across the road from my flat):
|Of note: the Tudor-style building behind me was the undertakers that I lived above. |
The blade of the plastic axe actually blocks the view of my flat!
I subsequently appeared on the front page of the paper in full costume (with the mask on, so I wouldn't be recognised!) promoting the fun and frolics of Halloween in the town!