Ghosts of bad costumes past

Jorth and her brother were reminiscing on the phone recently. "Do you remember", began her brother, "the totally crap costumes we used to get as kids? I remember once, for Book Week, I decided that I wanted to go as a character from The Magic Faraway Tree. I had visions of getting dressed up like Moon-Face or maybe Mr Whatzisname, but somehow it was decided that I should go as The Saucepan Man, so I was trussed up with so many pans and lids and things that I couldn't even sit in my seat properly at school!"

As an afterthought he added "That was a really crap costume."

"Whoa-ho!" said Jorth. "I'll take that and raise you one, dear brother. Remember the concert that we used to have at the school fete? Well, one year my grade was performing some sort of under-the-sea song. All the other kids came as mermaids, and sparkly fish and nifty things like that. I was placed in a garbage bag that had bits of green crepe paper stuck to it, and told to say if anybody asked that I was a piece of seaweed. Seaweed, I beg of you! I think I win when it comes to the crap costume award!"

"Ha!" said her brother, with little disguised mirth. "I do remember that! You looked like a total loser, standing up on stage in your garbage bag!"
"Normally I get quite affronted when you call me a loser" replied Jorth, "but I'll have to agree with you on this one. And that is why I'm going to put in a smidge more effort for the Tyger, even if I'm still hemming seams on the morning of the Book Week parade."

"Thatta girl" said her brother. "But you're still a loser."

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Ah, brothers. Doncha love 'em? Anyway, here's a sneak peek - pop back tomorrow for the big reveal!