Apparently the NYE party I’m going to tomorrow has a ‘countries’ theme. I have no props to hand, a lack of time to prepare and would rather not spend a small fortune on something from a fancy dress shop.
Current best idea is a daft, abstract representation of ‘Thailand’ - tying a load of ties to myself. It looks even worse written down…
Any advances (for the love of pap, I hope there’s some better ideas)?!
Apparently the NYE party I’m going to tomorrow has a ‘countries’ theme. I have no props to hand, a lack of time to prepare and would rather not spend a small fortune on something from a fancy dress shop.
Current best idea is a daft, abstract representation of ‘Thailand’ - tying a load of ties to myself. It looks even worse written down…
Any advances (for the love of pap, I hope there’s some better ideas)?!
Was in an almost identical situation 3 or 4 years ago. A mate actually did exactly what you said, coming as Thailand. It was pretty funny. His sister fashioned a dress from cut up carry bags from Iceland.
I went lazy and stereotypical. Striped Tshirt, black beret (couldn’t actually find a beret, so got a girls bobble hat and cut the bobble off) and 'tache (painted on works too) and went as a Frenchman. I really committed and ensured I had a glass/bottle of red wine with me at all times.
Ah, I knew that Sotonians just needed a theme to let its collective imagination go wild. All good stuff, keep it coming (for the entertainment value if nothing else).
There’s a significant chance of some bad taste costumes, isn’t there?
Put a knotted hankie on your head, Shorts with sandles and socks and go as an Englishman abroad. wear any shirt you want as long as it does not match the shorts.
Put a sheet over your clothes and a tea-towel on your head. Give fifty lashes (minimum) to anybody who’s drinking alcohol. Yes, you’ll be Saudi Arabia. You’ll also be the life and soul of the party.
Alternatively, take several male friends with you and sing in close harmonies throughout the evening. As an extra, sing a large number of semi-pronounceable words, soaking everybody in spittle as you do so. That’ll be Wales then, isn’t it.