Trip Start Jan 05, 2012
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Our mate Andy is 40 this year and Laura had arranged a party for him. They met at a rock festival and devote much of their leisure time to concerts and live music so she decided to go for a fancy dress party with a "rock" theme.
We had to subvert it, of course - going as David Bowie or Tina Turner would be too obvious (have you ever noticed that when Tina dances in high heels it looks kind of like what a cow might look like if it stood on its hind legs and tried to boogie - or is that just me?) and Julie doesn't like rented costumes so we came up with a couple of ideas and she set to work.
After the seemingly endless dreary weather, Manchester was actually quite sunny when we got there and warm too, which held out some promise for a party which we thought might make a pleasant evening in the garden a possibility
Steve and Pippa were staying at the same Travelodge as us, so we put the finishing touches to our garments, got dressed up and called a cab. Julie's costume was fairly obvious - she went as a giant stick of Blackpool rock, complete with cellophane wrapping and a little insert with an aged photograph of Blackpool promenade and the tower. Mine was a bit more cryptic - three horizontal layers (or strata) of fabric in greys and browns, adorned with cut out trilobites, ammonites and brachiopods, topped of with a deerstalker hat, a magnifying glass and a deerstalker. It made a couple of the fellow guests jump and scuttle out of the way as we made our way down the hotel hall to the waiting taxi.
Pip had gone for a Grease/rock & roll look with Steve opting for generic rocker (or Anita Dobson, perhaps - he wouldn't say).
It was a pretty good party - most of the guests had made the effort and there were some interesting costumes. Andy apparently had a wig on but I though he had just grown his hair a bit. A couple of people eventually guessed what my costume was, albeit with a bit of prompting.
The Shrewsbury contingent were last to leave, of course, all being veterans of late nights in Barcelona so used to hanging on until 3 in the morning. I'm ashamed to say that I finally indulged in "playing along" with the inflatable guitars to the rack anthems that were blasting out of Andy and Laura's sterogram. I hope they had warned the neighbours.
Oh yeah. My costume. You'll have to check the photos to find out.