It was my birthday a couple of weeks ago. We had a Dead Celebrity Party.
It’s always kind of stressful labelling anything a party. It’s not like parties you see on television, with hundreds of people, disco lighting, red plastic cups everywhere and beautiful people dancing crazy all night.
That’s just not how it works in real life. Though it did end up a little like that, by the end...
But we had about 16 or so due, so with a couple of no-shows, we had a nice little crowd. Certainly enough to fill up the space, and you know what? We had a FUCKING GOOD TIME.
And, as ever, Fancy Dress is a total win, and people made some amazing effort.
As is traditional now, my fancy dress involved wearing as little as possible, whilst simultaneously selecting an obscure but amusing celebrity who died in an undignified and amusing way. That was sort of the point really. Anyone can dress as a dead guy- but finding someone whose death was particularly significant, unusual or untimely is the real skill.
I was Lolo Ferrari, of porn, modelling and Eurotrash fame- she died of a mix of drugs, suspected murder (for a time) and spinal collapse on account of her enormous rack.
There really is no better option for a Dead Celebrity for someone who enjoys getting it all out.
So that's what I did.
Gentlemen prefer slutty blondes...
Our only miscalculation was that once dressed like that, we weren’t going out anywhere...