It was a costume party. There was some very poisonous vodka. And professional photographers. The rest is just a blur, really. Wear a wig, said the invitation. As an alternative to drag, I actually believed I had the ingenuity and social poise of John Lennon. Unfortunately people thought I was Ozzie Osbourne. Which would mean Panos is Sharon, only not as hairy.
Sedate me and release me back into the wild
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What is it with wigs and loss of inhibitions!