One of the guys from work is going to an Eighties Night do this weekend and they’ve requested fancy dress. He was pondering over how to get his short hair to mimic a Flock of Seagulls cut and where to get a frilly shirt when I suggested another possibility.
“How about a leather jacket with studs in the shoulders? Or a denim jacket with patches on? And ripped jeans? And an old Iron Maiden t-shirt? Get a long wig, some chains… sorted.”
Ray thought that was a decent idea, and cheaper than going to the fancy dress shop. Nice of me, eh?
The sad part is the stuff I loaned him for the weekend is pretty much what I still wear when I go out. I wear t-shirts I’ve had since I was 16. And they’re in better condition than I am.
And I bet those t-shirts don’t show up vegetable soup either! lol
I’m buying orange t-shirts from now on.