Christmas. A suggestion was put forward by one of the gang to have a fancy dress party for our Christmas do. This was given a lot of consideration. The impulsive mood was in the air and the motion was almost passed. Saner minds took over and the costumed ball was binned.
My son’s football team had a fancy dress party last year. The novelty effect made it a success though no one wanted a repeat performance. I have only ever been at one myself (I was a snowman, pretty boring I know). It was that long ago it was a party held by one of my old football teams.
If we did have a dressing-up gig this Christmas I would have made a big effort and went for something special. I would have disguised myself as a window cleaner. The outlay on this costume would be minimal: A couple of chamois’s, a bucket, a sponge, one of those wipe the suds down the window thingy’s and we‘re away. Now I know what you’re thinking. This is a boring outfit. You’re forgetting one thing. Continue reading “One rung after another”
Boadicea's Chariot 