Thanks to my social secretary, Kerry, I was told when and where to show up and in what outfit. She did the rest including get the gang together in tux’s and dresses, locate a suitable venue and event for us to patronise and supply fake scar tissue and blood. We went as the massacred dinner party, each guest having been killed in their own, horrifying way…
The first to arrive, my throat was promptly slit.
Chris then took a blunt object to the head.
Colleen seems to have been a victim of Sylar from Heros.
Liam succumbed to internal injuries and finally,
Kerry was shot point blank in the forehead.
A gruesome end for us all. (pics on Flickr!)

Oliver, imported from Spain or the Caribbean or Marlborough (or wherever the heck he lays his hat these days) for the weekend, turned up completely green with a long silver wig, a circle of cardboard around one eye and a black hat with polos stuck round it…It was a great costume but I don’t think anyone knew what the heck he was. Now that I’ve seen this video it turns out he was the spitting image of the Hitchiker from the Mighty Boosh.
Quote of the night:
“You mean proper naked? I can’t believe I missed it!”
~ Ollie looked the other way at the Bedlam Ballroom “Scary” Burlesque…so I told him he missed a naked girl on stage. Ok, she wasn’t completely nude, but not far off it!
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