guises

This post is going to be a work in progress, in that it may will get updated after the weekend and subsequent comparable events.

I have found something.

A fancy dress shop.

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Previously, I never really got involved in the whole fancy dress shebang. It seemed an expense that I could ill afford and easily avoid. So I did. The extent of my fancy dressing was a scientist way back at Leeds University. It was a James Bond theme night, I was Q. A pretty poor Q to be honest, seeing as the only visible attempt on my part to fancy the dress was to buy a lab coat.

But ho. Not anymore. With the advent of adult life, and the advent of a sibling’s 21st, I’m treading the fancy waters. The theme for this occasion?

The WWW.

Everyone is dressing as google Gs, wearing Youtubes and carrying Firefoxes. There’s probably even going to be some blue birds tweeting somewhere around.

I lied. I saw the opportunity to create a lame diversion, and pounced before the Firefox could.

By WWW, I of course mean the wild, oh so wild West. People are going to show to this extravaganza dressed as cowboys, indians and the ilk. I personally have opted for an alternative. I won’t tell you now. We’ll save it for the aftermath update. Plus, you can spend the time between now and Saturday night (when I’ll tweet a photo of me in full garb) guessing what on earth I’ll be. Hint? I’m not the lone ranger.

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OH, and just an update: It seems Mother Nature honestly did want me to be a pub quiz professional, seeing as for the first time in pub quiz history, my team and I walked away with the prize. One fine bottle of vin rouge. Inner reaction upon hearing the result: YEEEEEEAAAAAAH!

Not quite minimum wage, but hey it’s a start.

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Ok back. Here’s the fabulous first fancy outfit. I played the ethnic minority part in local party “the Wild Wild West”.

Not even slightly sombre

‘Twas most enjoyable.