A Bit About Themed Parties

Themed parties seem to me to show that as humans, we need to have a reason for things; a distraction from ourselves and our want and need to get together and have a knees-up. But they’re great nevertheless.

One of the best themed parties I went to was a couple of years ago and the theme was ‘dead Christmas number ones’. Someone turned up as Kirsty Maccoll, complete with a model speedboat protruding from a hat on their head. All in excellent taste.

But themed parties can go either way, really, and depending on the company you keep you can end up with a roomful of poncey overdressed idiots, or a room full of nothing except thin air.

That seems to be the way that people roll; they are either really, really up for dressing up and going to town on their outfits, buying all sorts of ad-ons and modifying their clothes for the do, or they categorical DO NOT WANT TO DRESS UP, believing themselves to be far too cool for such malarkey, or simply being too shy.

It’s also one of those things we do to mark ourselves out as humans by being cultured; man’s attempt to distance himself from his faeces.