The Marquis wears Asda

No brown string. Used storme's idea of dyeing white string in tea instead. String is now drying. It smells of Pu'er**. XD A more suitable chain has been found, not perfect but much much better now. Trousers with chaps are ready also. Just the final little piece of chest armour under the shirt to be finished. I was so sure I had a whole jar of silver paint! Oh well, I know where to get some tomorrow.

Going to try everything on tomorrow, and see if I need to set the wig beforehand or just take it there and do it Friday night.

Liz helped me bleach my hair again. It is now a much more pleasing blonde-blonde, rather than orange-blonde. It's a bit frizzy right now but it'll calm down in a week or so. Yay!

** randomly searched for pu'er on Wikipedia. I'm impressed by the size of the article!

But the 99 problems are all related to his bitch

Ah, trains. Working which trains I can take tomorrow. The strike hasn't left me with that many options. And Virgin Trains was all, "oh, we can send the missing tickets to the ticket office at Euston for you to pick up, but they only hold tickets for 24 hours. Since you're travelling tomorrow night, you should ring us again tomorrow morning." They made the mistake and inconvenienced me, and I still have to work around their schedule!

Where are my trained assassins? I need to send them to my boss's house.

Current fic progress (final chapter) can be summarised as such:

Dave: How could you do that!?!
Torgal: Well... the situation...
Dave: Argh, I can't believe it! If you ever do something like that again, I'll put your P45 in the post and you won't need to come in again! AM I BEING UNDERSTOOD?
Torgal: >_> Yes, my lord. (Gotta think about the pension...)

Testing the costume

( Blurry pictures )

I don't remember what food (if any) is available at the venue, so I got some snacks just in case.

Ahhhh pack pack pack!