As some of you may know, my girlfriend (Lottie) has horses, whom she stables near Radcliffe, North of Manchester. As it had been the birthday recently of the yard owner, she threw a fancy dress party in a cleared cow barn. I haven't caught on to the love of horses yet, nor got to anyone at the stables really, so I didn't much feel like going. Also, with clothes needing washing and my bank account running a bit low, we were struggling for what to wear. Lottie quite brilliantly dug up an old work shirt of her dad's (apparently from 1989, but wrapped as new), got fishnets on under a black dress and managed really well to look the naughty police woman. I, on the other hand, got an old coat, a winter hat and big boots on to be a lumberjack. But hey, I acted the part and here's the proof Look out for Lottie's friend Roz too, the roughed up rugby player.