Have you ever been to a fancy dress party? Who did you go as?
Have you ever done a Del Boy and Rodney (below) and got it all wrong, turning up in fancy dress to a non-fancy dress party, or vice versa?
I've dressed up in fancy dress three times in my life. Firstly, when I was 4 and my brother was 6, we were dressed as Bill & Ben, the Flower Pot Men by our parents, at a fancy dress contest at Butlins in Skegness. We came third.
About 5-6 years ago I went to my friend's wife's fancy dress 30th birthday party dressed as a monk.
In 2009 my best mate and I went to the Ashes Test at Headingley dressed as convicts, with Ball & Chain and so on. It was amazing how popular we were, everyone wanted to talk to us and chat with us, just because we looked like right idiots.
I do have one fancy dress gone wrong incident though. When I was a student, my mate was seeing this girl from a wealthy family in Alderley Edge, Cheshire. She was hosting a house party and we decided to surprise her by turning up. She wasn't expecting us to come because we were supposed to be revising for exams.
Deciding we wanted to get pissed, we chucked a load of Stella Artois in the back of my mate's car and set off on the 60 mile drive to the party. We stopped about a couple of miles away to have a couple of pints, then completed the journey and parked up on her street.
We got out of the car, and were passed by half a dozen American footballers. We thought this was a bit odd. Then Scooby Doo and Shaggy walked past us, having an argument about something. Then a couple of roller-disco waitresses skated past. That's when my mate remembered it was a fancy dress party.
We felt like complete idiots. We turned up anyway in just our normal gear, with a load of Stella in our arms. Some bloke who answered the door said, "what have you two come as?". We both replied in unison, "students".
Just to round the story off, much later on, about 3am, I was expected to share an 'L' shaped settee with some bloke I'd never met before in my life, so I ended up kipping in my mate's car. It was the night Princess Diana had her car crash, I remember drifting in and out of sleep with the radio on, and when my mate woke me up by tapping on the window in the morning, I thought I'd dreamt it all, until I walked into the house for breakfast and all the girls were sat around blubbering. Surreal end to that party.
Do you have any fancy dress party stories? I'm expecting Angry Dad to deliver in a big way on this one.
Have you ever done a Del Boy and Rodney (below) and got it all wrong, turning up in fancy dress to a non-fancy dress party, or vice versa?
I've dressed up in fancy dress three times in my life. Firstly, when I was 4 and my brother was 6, we were dressed as Bill & Ben, the Flower Pot Men by our parents, at a fancy dress contest at Butlins in Skegness. We came third.
About 5-6 years ago I went to my friend's wife's fancy dress 30th birthday party dressed as a monk.
In 2009 my best mate and I went to the Ashes Test at Headingley dressed as convicts, with Ball & Chain and so on. It was amazing how popular we were, everyone wanted to talk to us and chat with us, just because we looked like right idiots.
I do have one fancy dress gone wrong incident though. When I was a student, my mate was seeing this girl from a wealthy family in Alderley Edge, Cheshire. She was hosting a house party and we decided to surprise her by turning up. She wasn't expecting us to come because we were supposed to be revising for exams.
Deciding we wanted to get pissed, we chucked a load of Stella Artois in the back of my mate's car and set off on the 60 mile drive to the party. We stopped about a couple of miles away to have a couple of pints, then completed the journey and parked up on her street.
We got out of the car, and were passed by half a dozen American footballers. We thought this was a bit odd. Then Scooby Doo and Shaggy walked past us, having an argument about something. Then a couple of roller-disco waitresses skated past. That's when my mate remembered it was a fancy dress party.
We felt like complete idiots. We turned up anyway in just our normal gear, with a load of Stella in our arms. Some bloke who answered the door said, "what have you two come as?". We both replied in unison, "students".
Just to round the story off, much later on, about 3am, I was expected to share an 'L' shaped settee with some bloke I'd never met before in my life, so I ended up kipping in my mate's car. It was the night Princess Diana had her car crash, I remember drifting in and out of sleep with the radio on, and when my mate woke me up by tapping on the window in the morning, I thought I'd dreamt it all, until I walked into the house for breakfast and all the girls were sat around blubbering. Surreal end to that party.
Do you have any fancy dress party stories? I'm expecting Angry Dad to deliver in a big way on this one.