I didn't think I had anything for this QOTW, but then I remembered:
A few years ago a friend of mine that we shall call Joe went for a night out around Bradford. It was for a woman at his works birthday or some shit like that, and she had of course insisted that it be fancy dress. Now being a man of seeming limitless imagination, he decided that he would go dressed as...the Angel of the North. It was of course everybodies first thought. He spent hours with paint and cardboard, but eventually emerged dressed from head to foot in brown, with lots of brown face paint and big cardboard arms splayed out at right-angles. Looking very pleased with himself, he wandered off into the night.

A few hours went by and of course after some time drinking, he got sick of the stupid cardboard arms. He binned them and carried on drinking until somebody pointed out that an Angel of the North costume without the arms, is just a brown man. He had to all intents and purposes gone out blacked up...in Bradford...the weekend after the race riots. Amazingly he got home alive. A lucky escape if ever there was one
( Furness, Sun 7 Jul 2013, 20:35, 1 reply)

I like this.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 8 Jul 2013, 7:57, closed)