So it was DP's Halloween party and we had been rubbish at wanting to dress up - suggestions had included a crazed surgeon with a couple of sadist nurses (personnally I wasn't keen on playing out M or DP's sick erotic fantasies about nurses with or without gigantic syringes and gasmasks), or the mortally wounded. So we went in search of scrubs moaning all the way. First stop Lawrence Corner, used to be great for costumes and would have been still if it had been something a little less specific that we were after. Nobody wanted to go to a joke shop (apart from me). Then we tried to get to the medical suppliers on New Cavendish Street (it was shut). Quick run round Selfridges (too designer for halloween but does do christmas rather well). Dropped by Angels after it had closed. By which point it was getting close to 6.00. Covent Garden General Store has closed down. And finally (must say I was rather pleased about it) we decided we had failed. We picked up 3 nail through finger tricks in a toyshop just before we headed for some sustenence.
The host and hostess had made a sterling effort as had many of the guests - there was a man with alien baby protruding from his chest, roller skate disco boy, dead elvis, Uma Thurman-alike from Kill Bill, a cassette of kenny rogers, several vampires and mistresses, lots of crazed surgens and nurses (so glad we weren't part of the crowd), and a man in a teddybear jacket. Lame as we were it meant we could catch a bus home and blend in.
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