Yesterday teeth were unobtainable. M.. had been asked to a fancy dress party and in casual fashion started thinking about his costume around lunchtime. He had unoriginally decided to be someone dead and I thought J.F.K. would be good, with a bullet hole at the front and red all over the back of his head. He had just had a really short haircut and bleaching though and nothing could make him look right. He settled for a boy who had just been 'turned' (into a vampire) and set off for the Party Shop with high hopes of trashy horror accessories.

The whole shop had been practically stripped bare. There was nothing but orange hair spray and a basket of Mexican moustaches - he bought one wildly. Then began an afternoon of desperately criss-crossing West London. After a bit people started to look familiar and he realised he was part of a small gang of distraught teeth hunters. In every toy shop and Indian newsagent, (renowned for bizarre and random stock), voices begged for fangs and at the shake of the head, low moaning arose. Eventually only he and one other couple were left. 'Sod it', they said, we'll go to our party as Egyptian mummies'. He bought some childrens' face paints and trailed sadly home.
- posted by Iris @ 11/02/2003 09:15:00 PM comment