Having gathered at Tommy's house there was a general consensus that the night needed no Nightclub- our efforts at fancy dress were entertainment enough. However I'd spent £30 on tickets, so off to Satan's we went. Now I can't speak for anyone else, but I try not to take my Fancy Dress too seriously, I certainly hadn't given a moments thought to its competitive element. Anyway, as the night went on the results of the competition were announced and it turned out that Me, Mike and Gidge were amongst the winners! We weren't the Ultimate World Champion of Champions (that was this
Guy), but still highly commended for our efforts. Tommy Gore nearly won, but was shot down within feet of the Podium by racism- "Next up we have Edward Scissorhands.... now that's the black one not the white one" (He was actually referring to shirt colour).
Tubbs & Edward (Champions)
Zombie Partridge (Champion)
Bowie
Morrissey (or Elvis if you don't know who Morrissey is)
Scissorhands
Transvestite Mummy (that wipes lipstick all over your car!)