The party theme is The Beautiful and the Damned so I decide that my housemate and I must go together, she beautiful and I damned.
On Saturday morning, after a particularly hellish week, I find myself in Camden Town with a list.
Camden Town is pretty much the epicentre of alternative and boho punk-loving tattooed-up, pierced and flame-haired looneys. It's great.
To help with my morning shop I found the following songs particularly helpful - they played a gentle roar on my iPod;
2/ Get Your Gun
3/ New Model No. 15 (I am currently re-inlove with this tune)
No-one would have known which is probably why I was getting funny looks while perusing the clothes rack in Metal Militia.
Everyone else dressed in black with a nose-ring, me in Nike sneakers, Mexx jeans and a Nicole Fahri jacket. They shouldn't judge books etc.
Finally, after a few hours I had all the bits I needed. Back at home, I couldn't wait.
I painted my nails and tried on a few bits. Because I am strictly rock 'n roll I had a few beers while doing this - all the better being only about 11.30am.
A party sleep and my housemate and I get ready. I strap her into her corset and she does my complicated make-up.
Tattoo sleaves, wig, hat and contact lenses all done. Tie on, shoes done, leather trousers, tick.
No longer am I the dull, rather vague and uninteresting book-end but instead I have become the original Antichrist Superstar.
As Dita and Marilyn, my housemate and I are a complete hit. We win best costume.
When the photographer sends us the bloody photos, I'll show you. But people ask to have their photos taken with us. I love it.
Forget everything I've said in the past, fancy dress is fun, fun, fun!
I think in time I may come to regret saying this but I'll say it again only so that you can remind me of my folly...
Fancy dress rocks!
All invitations to similar-such parties will be very gratefully received. Invite me bitches, otherwise I'll bite you.