A disparate set of ramblings from a gay man who has been around, and done most things, I've been an actor, singer, dancer and model, and now I'm a writer and tantric masseur. As I get older, there's one tenet I live by. If you want to do something, then do it, because tomorrow may be too late.
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Sunday, 9 October 2011
Gods and Monsters
piece this week about last Saturday’s Wig Party 2011, in aid of the National
Aids Trust. The Wig Party started over 15 years ago as a private house party,
and has just got bigger and bigger, which this year necessitated the move from
the glamorous Café De Paris to the new, and equally glamorous One Mayfair.
Believe it or not, this was actually my first Wig Party, and I didn’t finally
make a decision to go until a couple of days beforehand, thereby throwing
myself into a mild panic about getting a costume together. Fortunately one of
my best friends is the amazingly gifted and creative sculptor, Steve Yeates,
and he came up with a brilliant idea for my costume. I’d already considered
going as the Minotaur, but Steve had me hooked from the moment he suggested I go
as a golden Minotaur. The body was easy enough – a few tiny bits of leather and
copious amounts of gold body paint – but the headdress was going to be more of
a problem, or so I thought. I hadn’t counted on Steve’s incredible creativity.
He tried to explain what he had in mind, something involving a BMX helmet, some
copper piping and bubble wrap. No, I wasn’t convinced either, but I tried to
look appreciative, whilst inwardly fearing the worst. I should have had more
faith. With the addition of a metal cut out bull’s nose, with a ring through it
and a blonde wig cascading hair down the back, the headdress looked amazing.
With Steve as Hades
elected to go as Hades, and had fashioned himself a headdress of hair made from
cling film, with lights inside, which lit up, giving the impression that his
hair was on fire. His outfit was completed with a small stuffed dog puppy, with
two heads. I suppose it wasn’t surprising that we turned a few heads as we
walked from the car to the venue. Mercifully, considering I was practically
naked, it was a very warm night.
Winner of the Individual prize
inside, we were greeted by a smorgasbord of colour and inventiveness. Almost
everyone, it appeared, had gone to a great deal of trouble to deck themselves
out in costumes of eye popping fabulousness. The catwalk parade went on for
hours, as we all vied for the prize of best group and best individual. I didn’t
make it to the final 12, though many said I should have done. No matter, the
deserved winner of the individual prize went to a guy who put on a wonderfully
entertaining show as a mermaid.
All in all
a great, fun night. Roll on the next one.