I was inspired to buy this costume by the words of encouragement that accompanied it. 'Madonna, Kim Wilde, Bananarama and now you! Each 80s fancy dress will have fellow party goers asking 'Who's that girl?'.' That would make a nice change from everyone simply wondering 'Who's that fat bloke?' thought I, so into my basket it went. I wasn't even buying it for a party, per se. It was more that I couldn't concentrate on anything else until I knew this item was winging its way to me. After all, you never know when you might get the urge to dress up like Siobhan Fahey and mime along to 'Love In The First Degree' do you? No? Oh well, that must just be me then.
Being a fat bloke, I was obliged to go for the '16-18' option, which fit me in every relevant area apart from the belt. Since I do tend to resemble Alfred Hitchcock in profile I can't really complain about that though. It's the moobs that do it. I really ought to wear a bra more often, perhaps that might help? Anyway, the costume is everything you see on the picture apart from the heels, the shades and that Jennifer Rush-style wig. Considering it cost less than thirty quid, and given the fact that I intend to get my absolute money's worth out of it in the privacy of my own home, I think it represents great value as a costume. One day I may even be able to wear it to an appropriately themed party, although I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that just yet. I need to practise copying this lady's stance first, not to mention that expression of hers. Until I've perfected that sucking on a lemon / somebody's pinched my skipping rope / Crikey! I think I've broken a heel demeanour I am staying right here. Now then, where's my Bananarama CD...?