Response on this thread only for obvious reasons ...
We had one such do for the young-ish living-in community in a certain Mess in Middlesex. On the list to attend was an elderly gp capt, who rarely spoke to anyone and spent his week working at MoD. We were puzzled and expect him to dampen proceedings.
on the night we wore the usual sillies ... and he turned up in a suit with a pocket full of cheap pens. He went up in our estimation considerably.
I was PMC, the Mess decorated with assorted "unsuitable" items, including window dummy [female] with T-shirt enhanced with tactical application of Blu-Tak.
As PMC, I felt I should be properly attrired, and thus wore DJ ... and brought my Black Lab/Retriever cross to the party as the "Bad taste" gesture. So far so good ... apart from the fact that I had secreted some cheddar in a certain place in the dummy [Defa loved cheddar ].
Later, once he started trying to mount ladies who were dancing, the OC decided I should take the dog away to my suite.
Saw a bloke in NI who went to a fancy dress party in a long ball gown wearing a tiara with a mangled steering wheel around his neck, 2 spark plugs hanging from his ears as earrings and cas-sim blood all over his face and neck.
Gary Glitter junior fan club.
American university gun club, - long overcoats a must.
Disgusting facial/bodily diseases. great fun with make-up
Taliban, but likely to get stopped by Plod on the way home.
On the Dog side I heard if one man of a classical bent who called his twin black labradors Castor and Pollux. While he could happily roam the streets calling for the former, the latter was a bit more of a problem.
I went to a YOs party dressed in a large cardboard box, painted grey with small squares cut out. Got a toy plane and wedged it halfway in the side of the box and bought a pack of the small green plastic soldiers which I threw out of the squares at random occasions.
One of the Twin Towers. Classic! My US exchange officer was none too pleased!