Jazz Juice

One pair of cheap plastic Elvis glasses : £2.99
One gold chain : £4.99
One slightly old school shirt : £49.99
A wig to give me longer hair : Priceless


Okay. If I have to admit, I’m not a big fan of dressing on a night out. But this occasion may have served as a little reminder that maybe its not that bad. After all, it’s all about taking the piss, something that I supposed to do quite a lot.

I stuffed the wig, glasses and chain into my coat pocket. Somehow I think the frail old folk of Southbourne would have started to gossip if I wore it on the number 22 to Bournemouth town centre. After all, I was worried that they might get slightly jealous looking at my temporary brown crop of flowing hair. I didn’t want to make them feel bad about their blue rinse attire. Then again, some of the vainer over eighties around these parts do go for a wig themselves, so I may have been in good company.

Seeing huge afro wigs in Bournemouth is not as head turning as it could be. It’s a magnet for stag and hen weekends, which often involve some kind of themed fancy dress standard. It wasn’t long before I saw a huge afro across the other side of the pub, instantly clocking that they must be a part of the birthday party group that we were to be joining.

Jazz juice, with it funky music provided another entertaining night, followed by the standard 4 mile walk along the beach back home, dodgy wig and all. Unfortunatley there were not too many people walking past to scare on the way.

Best 'bust of losers' photo : Whitto, Coops, Edgy



Most stupid hair award: Whitto




Most amount of Effort: Joint, Fay and Jenny






Least amount of effort: Coops