Come as a song

Last night was the joint 40th birthday of a couple of friends of ours (I was also celebrating this) and they held an awesome party in the swanky settings of the *cough* Mowbray Bowls Club. OK, it wasn’t the most glamorous of venues, but it was a wonderful evening, set off in no small part by the amazing DJ who churned out tune after tune after tune from the 80s and 90s and kept the dancefloor packed all night and by the fact that the assembled crowd had really gone to town on the fancy dress theme “come as a song”.

Below is the front of my t-shirt for the evening, which was a hit (literally) but often needed explaining – as most of the outfits did at some level or other. So I’m putting it on here to see if either of my readers gets it. Answers in a comment please – first correct one wins… my admiration.

I’m feeling a little jaded this morning as it was the latest and most beery night I’ve had in a long while. Alex’s constant recorder playing and my wife’s insistence that I play with some raw meat and make her some biltong this morning are really helping me remember why I don’t do this sort of thing very often anymore.

10 thoughts on “Come as a song

  1. You were either celebrating the solar eclipse in South America, or commiserating the last game in The World Cup Finals? On another note, bus or car park for A-Ha?

  2. Ant > You’re on the right lines.
    And car park, definitely – I need to leave my suitcase in your boot!!!

    Jacques > It really is. Well done.
    Not so obscure after all – or maybe your brain works like me. Sorry for you.

  3. HH > Ooh – nice thinking. But wrong.

    Jamie Williams > Yes, it is!

    Jamie Williams > No worries, Jamie – we like enthusiasm.

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