Ooof! Shirley Strumpet strikes again. Several weeks ago, my good lady wife, her future sister in law (and mine too I suppose) and a neighbour went to see an ABBA tribute act. This would send a shudder down the spine of any music lover but they seem to get off on crap, so there you are.
The tribute act was so terrible that the girls decided to have their own. Corrine the neighbour of my future sister in law offered to host said party. I was of course invited. My protestations turned to squeals of joy when I realised it meant that my stunningly beautiful alter ego, aka Shirley Strumpet could come out of the closet....
Right then. ABBA, not wanting to go as one of the four worst people in music history, I decided to go as a song! Ah, clever. Well, no. Most of their song titles are so dull and lacking in inspirational content that I went pretty instantly for 'Money money money'. Many hours passed, much cutting, sewing, dying, and pin pricks later, I had a costume. No pictures here, you'll have to trawl the internet for such filth!
To go with my dress, I found a lovely pair of purple 4" heels in Next and used the traditional 'Shirley' wig and padded bra (Thanks New Barn) slapped on a touch of nice blue eye shadow and some mascara, job done. Tart, or slapper. Whatever.
The party was cool, plenty of people dressed up in what had become the extended theme of 'The 70's' and some of us got very drunk. I do remember at some point sucking red wine from some ladies (a real one!) dress as I'd just splashed her.....also, throughout the entire evening, I don't think I fell over once, did anything I should regret or break any furniture either, although I did perform the wiggly worm. Not a good idea. Sorry everyone.
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