I think the theme should be Pirates vs. Ninjas.

 

Everyone attending has to dress as /either/ a PIRATE /or/ a NINJA. There is to be NO conversing about who's coming dresssed as what. Then on the day whichever lot has more people (that is if there are more PIRATES than NINJAS or more NINJAS than PIRATES) gets to make the other lot (PIRATES or NINJAS) buy them beer.

 

Failing that I suggest a Hello Kitty theme. I'll be the humiliated one in the corner.

You obviously know how to party. 

I (heart) poirates.

 

(fail)

Who doesn't! 

Sadly, your party plans are destined to fall to pieces when everyone shows up wearing eye patches and peg legs.  

Hey, I'd dress as a Ninja! ...well, I would if it wouldn't mean buying everyone a drink. :S

They are rather excellent. I met them at a wedding where I was sitting at the same table as them, and they played later that night. They managed to make all their songs be about Dan and Jess (the newly-weds). The first song they played was "Dan and Jess" and the lyrics were "Dan and Jess. Dan and Jess. Dan and Jess. Dan and Jess" and so on.

I was dressed as a pirate on Sunday. Admittedly my costume was not as elaborate as some of my friends but I was a pirate none the less.

 

This also reminds me that I need to get my Ninja suit back from my friend!

 

Heeiii-yarrr!

(worship)

I say a tentative yes for that assuming nothing urgent pops up then.

 

Pirate wise, I remember feeling very jealous of one of my mates a few months back. He works for Odeon cinemas and was actually asked to spend the day dressed up as a pirate when the last Pirates of the Caribbean film came out. Yes. He spent a day at work as a pirate and got paid for it too. Git. :(

On the other hand, he has to work at a cinema.

Will sir be coming to jump through some trees and possibly off a bridge?

I ought to be able to come to this Meat, and I reckon Bob'd be up for it also. I shall ask him.

Are you coming?

Aye, I'll be there with one proviso: I've been provisionally booked to speak at a mediafag conference in Malaysia some time in October. But I should know my dates (if any) soon.

ASSUMING I am in attendance, the dog basket is thrown open, as ever, to anybody whose online moniker doesn't rhyme with Spazzo.

Your name rhymes with sin, therefore you are not only invited, but given A list sit-next-to-Manthorp-and-get-uncomfortably-pawed guest status.

Definately worth the price of the ticket. I'll check my calendar.

You bastard. You prosed that position to me for the next meat :-((

No good for me, I'll catch you cunts at the next one.

PLUS you'll get utter pride of place in the dog basket. Even above Kenny for whom the dog holds a particular and somewhat worrying affection.