Friller Hideous nightmares: tsunamis. After breakfast was taken by Beth with Lorraine to Masquerade Costumes. Here for half an hour or so tried on various clothes, under the tutelage of a decisive woman called Jessica. Dressing for This Concert -- a Victorian theme so a black jacket with tails, a Top Hat with purple lace, and whorl of purple frills around my neck, and some species of purple cummerbund. This seemed to me to be an appalling gut sling, but the others seemed to think it was okay. I was wearing light chinos at the time, and was handed a pair of black trousers to see how much better I'd look in black. These were black Lycra dancing pants, into which I dutifully changed. I glanced at myself in the mirror, top hatted, befrilled and puffed up, with nastily crotch hugging stretchy black stuff, and thin legs dangling below. When I opened the cubical door, Lorraine , Beth and Jessica greeted the Max Wall spectacle with quite a lot of laughter. However, the lady in the shop is...