The Brits love nothing more than a wacky fancy dress party. Every office christmas party, every birthday party… any occassion really. I know its very uncool to admit this, but it runs shivvers of dread down my spine – having to dish out loads of dough to buy really tacky stuff I’ll never ever wear again (I hate waste), or having to hire a smelly outfit for £100 that makes you feel 100{a9f0d31f6175b3e4775e11a66c07db268fb74408d6095f6b46eeec420c0e9f62} hideous with complimentary wig nits. Then theres hours of torture to look forward to under crimpolene and polyester, sweaty armpits and the inevitable “So, who are you meant to be?” I Really Hate fancy dress.

However… I have been known to make exceptions. if someone had invited me to this disco party, I’d be only too happy to wear my outfit again, and again…

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