October 30, 2006

Curious George: 60s Fancy Dress Help me with some fancy dress ideas for a 60s themed party on Saturday.

My pal is having a 60s themed party for his mum's birthday on Saturday. The invite says fancy dress, although further investigation reveals this is fairly relaxed. My problems are: 1. I HATE fancy dress - no really, I do. 2. I don't want to go as some lame-ass hippy 3. I am both mean and skint, so want to spend as little as possible on get-up. I was considering just wearing my suit and a skinny tie, or painting a target on my forehead and saying I was JFK. That's the level of commitment I have at the moment. However, I don't want to let my pal down by making no effort at all. Any suggestions for subtle, low-key 60s people / characters / themes? Mrs K could do with a few ideas too. Thanks!

  • Go as a hippy.
  • Please send picture. goddam HIPPY
  • WHy don't you just rent a cheap suit, with a bowler hat, & an umbrella, & go as Steed from the Avengers? You could probably get away with just getting a bowler & using a dark suit.
  • Eh-up, go as one of the Beatles. Bang. Easy.
  • I was maybe thinking Hunter S Thompson...
  • That's more your 70s. Plus, are you bald?
  • Thinking about the JFK idea, go as Lee Harvey Oswald. That's easy, if you have short hair. Bit of a black eye with some makeup, plaster on the cheek, jeans & a plaid shirt. Just keep shouting "I'm a patsy." By the end of the night, if you're drunk enough, you'll be claiming you're a pasty.
  • god I hate fancy dress... Maybe I could carry a pastie...
  • go as lily the pink
  • If you can find a black blazer with white piping, you could be The Prisoner.
  • Then of course there's the obvious: James Bond Austin Powers a hippy
  • You and the Mrs. could go as David Hemmings and Vanessa Redgrave (or one of the models) from Blowup.
  • Oh, if you take Chy's idea and go as Steed, this is the perfect time for Mrs K to buy a leather catsuit so she can go as Emma Peel.
  • *pop*
  • Mreowr!
  • YOu're married? Jesus christ, is everyone insane?
  • Since it says the 60s, I would be a total smart ass and go as a Confederate soldier.
  • That's it! I'll go as Pepys!
  • 1. Pull out the cheapest, rattiest suit out of your closet. 2. Glue or tape two (2) large strips of fur or felt, place over existing eyebrows. 3. Affix various fake medals (cardboard, construction paper, etc.) to front of suit jacket. 4. Add one (1) fake Russian accent, feign outrage all night long. Voila -- you're Brezhnev. Coincidentally, I went out as The Prisoner when I was on exchange. Only one person got it. Everyone else thought I was bachelor number six. Terribly depressing. Hunter Thompson costume was much more successful -- the fisherman's hat makes up for any lack of baldness. But, again, more 70s than 60s.
  • Or, if you want super-easy, and also on the JFK theme, just bring along a rifle, and go as the unseen second shooter. Added effect -- cardboard grassy knoll.
  • Or -- OR -- if you have: a) a tan jacket, b) a wetsuit, or c) a giant cross, you could go as The Graduate. Plastics, kitfisto. Plastics.
  • Oswald is winning at the moment - I'll buy a cheap plastic rifle and carry a cornish pastie
  • Graduate could even work with just a sheet. Or to spin off on the Dustin Hoffman, dress all in black, look really sick, and unexpectedly yell "CAN'T YOU SEE AH'M WAHLKIN', HEAH?" Hit of the party. But you're a taller fella, so maybe you should go as Joe Buck instead. Pretty much all you'd need is a black cowboy hat. "I'm one HULLAVA STUD!" Heh heh. Jon Voight. Used to be so cool, before the batshit crazy daughter and all...
  • If you already have the suit jacket and skinny tie, just throw an army coat over it and go as a mod (specifically Jimmy Cooper from Quadrophenia).
  • Dr. Strangelove should also provide a rich number of possibilities. Dark glasses, wheelchair -- Strangelove himself. Nuclear missle to ride -- Slim Pickens. Easy. Or -- OR -- since 2001 was released in '68, you could go as the Monolith! Black cardboard box. EASY. Monkeys discovering tools would be a bit harder. Hell, you could also go as HAL itself, little bit of wall in front of your face, red light in a black rectangle -- simple. Bit of work, but you could cooly command people all night long. Before passing out, sing "Daisy, Daaaaisy..." Done.
  • Just stick a dildo to your snout, and when people ask who you are, say "fuck nose".
  • Go as a reefer man: Trucker hat, aviators, flannel shirt, greasy jeans, fu-manchu moustache connected to your sideburns, wallet-on-a-chain, frozen fish.
  • Or "fuck nose."
  • I think "fuck nose" is your best option, fuck nose.
  • Indeed. Question -- if fuck nose were in a race, and he won, would he win by a nose, a head, or a length?
  • Is that intended to be a name, or a direct order?
  • Wear all black and ask everyone where the panther party is.
  • what is "fancy dress"? Does that mean the same as costume? I'm not lending you the gorilla outfit again after the unpleasantness with the "ice cream" last time.
  • Maybe you should wear a fancy dress?
  • I would assume fancy 60's dress, would mean Mod.
  • Well, he is a fancy-boy.
  • I think you should go as Maxwell Smart and mrs. K as Agent 99
  • You could both dress as if you were IN your 60's. Gray hair, bifocals, etc.
  • I recall some nudie hippies in the 60's. Except it is getting cold outside. And many of us are not as good looking in the nude as we once were.
  • Hey. Get some hemp rope and burn it. Stand in the smoke and be one of those folks that aways smelled like pot. But never shared. It really was low grade shit back then, too.
  • Put big black circles round your eyes: et voila, Rocky Raccoon!
  • Stick a pair of chopsticks up yer nose and wear a bushy paste-on moustache - "I am the walrus , goo goo ga joob" The missus could wear black with a white stripe down the middle and go as Penny Lane.
  • Why is it these people always want the hive mind to help them figure out something that will enable them to be teh kewl, but they never post teh pikchure? Hunh? Hunh? I'm talkin' to YOU, 'fisto!
  • Probably still too hung over to log into Flickr.
  • The party hasn't happened yet, you jackals!
  • Koko and kitfistocles Sitting in a filter - Drinking drugs! Smoking beer! All out of kilter! Sis boom bah! Kick 'em in the schwa! Sis boom bees! Kick 'em in the other schwa!
  • So where are the pictures, again?
  • /head go boom
  • *blows smoke from gun That'll teach that lyin' dog. *kicks body Koko, you miserable rat, it says on the original post the party's on Saturday. *puts 4 more slugs into Koko's mangled body Hmmm, I wonder if Kit meant the first Saturday in November. *shrugs, fires one more time
  • kokokorpse?
  • Calm down you sick bunch of inverts. It's this Saturday coming. I've decided on Lee Harvey Oswald, as it will involve hardly any dressing up. Perfik! Thanks Chy!
  • Oh, and I may not take any pics, just to cheese you all off. Ha Ha Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
  • *bleeds smugly all over GranMa's new carpet*
  • That's some self-satisfied hemorrhaging there Koko. *raises glass*
  • Yyyyup - she's a right little bleeder.
  • *wonders what we can do with a kokokorpse and quidquorpse* *puts kokokorpse hand on quidquorpse butt for starters, giggles*
  • Cheeky!
  • *pretends to still be dead*
  • hey! I'm dead too! /begins to siddle medusacorpse over to kokokorpse and quidquorpse for some hot 3-way cadaver action :D
  • Elizabeth! I'm comin' to ya honey! *grabs chest, staggers*
  • lol
  • Well, that settles it. Koko will be going as the Unholy Monkey Dead. With six holes, compliments of GramMa. Kitfisto, however will not be going, as he is sent to his room to think about his backchat concerning taking pictures. You just get in there Mister. If you won't take pictures, you might as well not be going. So stay home, already, and sulk. Don't you slam that door!!
  • *charges camera batteries / grumbles*
  • Grandmaster Euripides Trouser Android I always gives good advice on what to dress up as.
  • *sets alarm for Sunday morning *taps foot waiting for pictures to post
  • It's nearly midnight UK time. Shouldn't he be home by now?
  • I wonder if he's eaten his pasty yet.
  • My head hurts... Camera left in mate's house. Will post pics as soon as I get it back.
  • phhhhhhttt! Some excuse. *begins stomping feet, chanting WE WANT PICTURES. WE WANT PICTURES. *other monkeys getting nervous
  • OK, OK, in the absence of pics, selected highlights of the night include: My mate Ken breaking my toy rifle scant seconds after picking it up Me doing the Mash (I did the Monster Mash) Me pinching my mate's mum's bum (oh the shame) Me weeing in my mate's garden (I'm not ashamed of that. I had to go. Twice)
  • - crashed party dressed as host's mum - stole kit's camera for some "candid" shots - deeply regrets hiding in garden for aforementioned "candid" shots - worth it to get pix of kit pissing drunkenly whilst nibbling a stale pasty and humming "Monster Mash" off-key