in the run up to halloween i went to a dead famous party, i always love any excuse to dress up, but living out of a suitcase and a last minute notification of the party only led to a lame though relevant costume on my behalf... farrah fawcett. along with some horrendous ideas from people i didn't know such as baby p and john travolta's dead son, my friends proved, as usual that a little time and effort (and class) led to a great night out and some fabulous costumes!
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