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Thanks to everyone who turned up. Bloody good evening. There way no way we could give a prize for best costume - almost everyone was exceptional in some way. No photos, unfortunately, as the digital camera was indisposed, so we used the polaroid.
Costume highlights:
* Best looking costume - the hobbit, as No Face from Spirited Away, let down by the fact that he clearly didn't make it on his own, the wee tyke.
* Most appropriate costume - our resident recreationals supplier, as the Devil, although he looks devilish enough even without the horns and red facepaint.
* Most WRONG costume - Elseware, who decided to come as... me. Thanks to everyone else for not telling me, and thanks to my spooky darling, firstly for conspiring with him behind my back, and then for scrubbing the Wildhearts T-shirt of mine he was wearing all night (so that I didn't have to burn it).
* Scariest costume - got to be Mr Illmatic. At one point KKC refused to talk to him until he took the mask off...
* Best effort - Greg, who hadn't even purchased anything for his costume by four pm on the day, yet turned up around nine in an entire home-made Dalek outfit. Sterling work - everyone was damned impressed, although most of the costume appears to have been left at ours...
* Most bizarre interpretation - Gotta be Flyboy, whose Zorro costume seemed to involve wearing a natty modern suit and a Billy Ray Cyrus-style mullet. Odd, Superfly. Very odd...
* Best accessory - got to be my spooky lover, whose Cruella De Ville costume wouldn't have been complete without Dalmation 102, mauled, shredded, and made into a handbag, with one eye and half its entrails hanging out. Gruesome.
* Best concept - Pete, who decided to come as the Death of Punk. Hardcore, mate. Good of you to shave yourself a moke just for the party, too.
* Best hat - Josh, as the Witchfinder General. It had a life of its own...
Other highlights included watching Pirates Of The Carribbean at silly o'clock in the morning ; Elseware's inspired fire-poi display in the garden around midnight ; the hip hop contingent sitting there in a huddle, pilled to the nines, listening to the RZA and El-P with blissed expressions ; the assistance from the inestimable Flyboy and pin (and friend) in decorating the house just in time ; checking out the photos and realising that with the top hat, skull makeup and evil grin, I looked like a fucking demon (sweet).
Nice one, people. There will, in all likelihood, be another one next year. |
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