‘So, how did you get to be an alien?’ I was asked.
‘You have to know the right alien,’ I answered back.
This was a brief exchange at Surrender the other night. About 40 of us gathered outside Parliament House to get our photos taken, professionally and by passers-by.
I think we were a bit of a sideshow for people walking past.
And I love how inventive a few of my friends got with their outfits.
I went green. Body and facepaint for my face and neck, green hairspray, my green 70s onesie and my son’s cape worn inside-out (and borrowed with his permission). I’d bought some alien eyes to go on top of my head but will be returning them because the elastic wasn’t going to hold anything up, so I improvised with some pipe cleaners. And a little behind the scenes secret, it’s really hard to go to the loo in a portaloo when you have to negotiate a cape and a onesie.
I didn’t take any photos at Surrender, but below is one at the end of the night outside the Festival Centre.