Thursday, 24 June 2010

The virtues of cheap and cheerful Extrav costumery

Mr Anthony "Tony" Stark. Genius. Drunk. Iron Man.

And, for one night only, me. Apparently.



More strangers said hello to me last night than they have done in the rest of my life. I felt like a minor celebrity.

What a great end to a term, and a year- getting drunk on two-pint beakers of Honey Pot, with live music, and a huge glowing circle taped to your chest.

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