Halloween 2003
I haven't dressed up properly in ages, so with the aid of some nice girlies in Virgin cosmetics, a rubber catsuit from Libidex, a full-on pair of New Rocks and an assortment of accessories from the backstreets of Brighton I spent a happy couple of hours fetishing up for the Halloween bash at Harlequins. Destroyed a perfectly respectable mesh net skirt trying to find a way to tone down the visual effect of my bum in skintight rubber, settled for draping a few bits of chain over it in the end.
Jaz, the naughty monkey, had advertised the event as a 'gothic fetish party', but I'd already sussed he was just tagging it onto the Harlequin's own do, so I'd taken the precaution of getting an advance ticket to Crash as well. Still, the place was nicely busy even before 11, the music was, um, party party but I wasn't planning on do much dancing anyway. Managed to lose an hour or so dealing with the double-takes over the change to my usual look, that and getting pleasantly pissed. Chatted to teatagg and Kev for a bit, also lucy_pointycat and rhandolph when they arrived. Probably not the sort of night they were expecting, I felt somewhat annoyed at Jaz for leading people up the garden path. Still, it meant I got to learn about dwarf hamsters.
Rhandolph cybercool as ever, while Lucy contemplates her mysterious glowing pint
Buggered off over to Crash in time to catch the midnight fun, even through it was Halloween in Brighton my outfit got loads of comments from random people on the street, which was nice. And my advance ticket got me straight past the long queue outside the Gloucester. Timmeh was just inside the door, saw me, and dived into the toilets. A coincidence, I'm sure. At least scottsslave seemed pleased to see me.
Yes, you...satanic little schoolgirl!
Ran into Matty, and we had one of those intimate conversations about personal male grooming (always use a blunt razor to shave chest hair, else it itches like buggery). He'd decided to come bare-chested, and didn't seem to mind being photographed with another man's wife.
Scary, but Lorraine seems to like it
Vaguely heard my name being called over the PA, along with Pippa's. Couldn't make out the words, but the gist of it appeared to be to get our arses down to the stage. So we did. And got elected King and Queen of Brighton Rock! Ooops, wasn't even expecting to place, let alone win. Actually, I think it was a fix as Pippa was also wearing a skin tight catsuit...are all judges perverts or something? Anyway, we took our thrones, and were duely crowned. We each also received a rather fine BrightonRock.Net T-shirt, and that was that. I think a lot of people were glad it was all over, as the whole thing took on a life of its own in the month or so leading up to the Coronation...it was all just a bit of fun at the end of the day, and I tossed my crown to the crowd as I left the stage. I was never the kind of kid who wanted to be king anyway, besides it clashed horribly with my outfit.
Decided not to stay for the fire show, mainly due to the histrionics of the drama queen who was going to do it. Someone knocked over her lighter fluid, which meant she'd stop whatever she was doing every couple of minutes and snarl hysterically at the guy who did it. Whatever happened to 'on with the show'? She needs to take lessons from liz_lowlife.
Had a chat with Laura, and a play with a rather sexy inflatable sheep. Which turned out to be anatomically entirely functional, as I discovered when I give its backside a quick poke (with my finger!). Took a few pics on the way out, there were some really fine outfits on display.
Laura acts surprised, but actually it's Death who's got the shock coming
Mmmm, tasty!
One of Laura's rather nice friends. And the sheep.
Back at Harlequins I caught the last few minutes of some actual goth tunes as Jaz was DJing. It soon went very Abba though. And Queen. And, er, stuff like that (I'm repressing the Frank Sinatra). Ok by me, but it made the rest of the goths evaporate into the night.
So that was it. I was happy to see my taxi was waiting as I stepped out the door, and even happier to step into the shower at home. Wriggling out of the catsuit under a stream of warm water was definitely the highlight of the night. Oh yes.
Jaz, the naughty monkey, had advertised the event as a 'gothic fetish party', but I'd already sussed he was just tagging it onto the Harlequin's own do, so I'd taken the precaution of getting an advance ticket to Crash as well. Still, the place was nicely busy even before 11, the music was, um, party party but I wasn't planning on do much dancing anyway. Managed to lose an hour or so dealing with the double-takes over the change to my usual look, that and getting pleasantly pissed. Chatted to teatagg and Kev for a bit, also lucy_pointycat and rhandolph when they arrived. Probably not the sort of night they were expecting, I felt somewhat annoyed at Jaz for leading people up the garden path. Still, it meant I got to learn about dwarf hamsters.
Rhandolph cybercool as ever, while Lucy contemplates her mysterious glowing pint
Buggered off over to Crash in time to catch the midnight fun, even through it was Halloween in Brighton my outfit got loads of comments from random people on the street, which was nice. And my advance ticket got me straight past the long queue outside the Gloucester. Timmeh was just inside the door, saw me, and dived into the toilets. A coincidence, I'm sure. At least scottsslave seemed pleased to see me.
Yes, you...satanic little schoolgirl!
Ran into Matty, and we had one of those intimate conversations about personal male grooming (always use a blunt razor to shave chest hair, else it itches like buggery). He'd decided to come bare-chested, and didn't seem to mind being photographed with another man's wife.
Scary, but Lorraine seems to like it
Vaguely heard my name being called over the PA, along with Pippa's. Couldn't make out the words, but the gist of it appeared to be to get our arses down to the stage. So we did. And got elected King and Queen of Brighton Rock! Ooops, wasn't even expecting to place, let alone win. Actually, I think it was a fix as Pippa was also wearing a skin tight catsuit...are all judges perverts or something? Anyway, we took our thrones, and were duely crowned. We each also received a rather fine BrightonRock.Net T-shirt, and that was that. I think a lot of people were glad it was all over, as the whole thing took on a life of its own in the month or so leading up to the Coronation...it was all just a bit of fun at the end of the day, and I tossed my crown to the crowd as I left the stage. I was never the kind of kid who wanted to be king anyway, besides it clashed horribly with my outfit.
Decided not to stay for the fire show, mainly due to the histrionics of the drama queen who was going to do it. Someone knocked over her lighter fluid, which meant she'd stop whatever she was doing every couple of minutes and snarl hysterically at the guy who did it. Whatever happened to 'on with the show'? She needs to take lessons from liz_lowlife.
Had a chat with Laura, and a play with a rather sexy inflatable sheep. Which turned out to be anatomically entirely functional, as I discovered when I give its backside a quick poke (with my finger!). Took a few pics on the way out, there were some really fine outfits on display.
Laura acts surprised, but actually it's Death who's got the shock coming
Mmmm, tasty!
One of Laura's rather nice friends. And the sheep.
Back at Harlequins I caught the last few minutes of some actual goth tunes as Jaz was DJing. It soon went very Abba though. And Queen. And, er, stuff like that (I'm repressing the Frank Sinatra). Ok by me, but it made the rest of the goths evaporate into the night.
So that was it. I was happy to see my taxi was waiting as I stepped out the door, and even happier to step into the shower at home. Wriggling out of the catsuit under a stream of warm water was definitely the highlight of the night. Oh yes.