The Original Family Rave
During my 90s/00s clubbing nights, after parties back at mine usually featured a number of costume changes for my friends as we riffled through my ever increasing dressing up box. At Glastonbury I would end up buying an unlikely dress or hat – most notably a floor length 80s Dynasty style evening dress with ruffle neck and hem which became so mud covered it was weighed down and ripped to my knees.
The costume was from Woolworths for a 12 year old. I can’t find it now. How on earth it became lost in my house I’ll never know. For space ones now I have an Original Star Trek Red Shirt. 
I still gather my clan of friends every New Year’s Eve for a party at ours – and give them a dressing up theme.
These are not the droids you are looking for.
I think my great joy in fancy dress is that it liberates you from the norm. It’s daft and enjoyable and yet is also something quite profoundly barrier breaking. I may be short, middle aged and increasingly spherical but for a few hours I can be Tallulah The Magnificent Circus Star and dance around the Museum of London to my heart’s content.
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