Ultimate fancy dress fail

When I was a mere lad, about 9 I'd guess, I entered a fancy dress competition at a town fair. I was in the youngest age category, my sister was in the older one.

First came my group. My costume was a Dr Who style monster costume, with real glowing red eyes and moving mandibles on a bulbous insectoid head, with space armour and a laser gun. All hand-made by me and my dad over the previous few weeks. Looking around, peering out of the creature's mouth, I felt confident that I had the most impressive costume, by far.

So imagine my distress when the judges awarded the prize to a lad wearing a shop-bought pirate outfit! Outrageous! A blatant fix! Call the stewards! I stomped back to my parents, scowling in righteous indignation, gnashing my mandibles and secretly glad that the costume hid my flushed, tearful face.

What made it even worse was that I could see now that my sister was, in fact, the only entrant in her age group! With no competition, she would obviously win, thus compounding my disappointment.

But no! After much muttering and consultation, the judges decided that her costume wasn't really good enough to warrant first prize, so she was awarded second. From a field of one.

It almost made up for losing.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 1 Nov 2013, 11:43, 3 replies)

Winner.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 1 Nov 2013, 12:07, closed)

No he isn't.
Did you even read the story?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 1 Nov 2013, 12:20, closed)

No - I've got him on 2.0.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 1 Nov 2013, 13:51, closed)