Aquestion for you. Is it worse to turn up at a party in fancy dress when no-one else is, or to turn up in plain clothes when everyone else is in full cheesy 1970s mode?
The latter happened to me last weekend when I got on my finery and then had to stand around wondering if other people would realise I was dressed normally. Meanwhile I tried to work out which of my friends were in eccentric mode and which were actually dressed deliberately cheesily.
I never want to insult anyone, so could only compliment those with wigs for their choice of fancy dress – safe in that knowledge at least.
I guess it was a lucky escape really as none of my original 1970s gear will fit around my bum these days.