Owen(centre) invited us to a costume party in 1982. We researched our costumes by going to see Caligula. As the host, Owen opted to be a Roman centurion, hoping to maintain the peace, the Pax Whonnockia, or maybe the Paxton Whonnockia (my Latin is not so good).
Bob showed up as a Nipponian slaven and in-hailed many Ceasars that evening.
I was Conadian, the Beerbarian. The breastplate and leggings are made from beer cans. Each can was lovingly emptied, individually crushed, and painstakingly attached to its neighbour with wire to make armour suitable for half-sacking Rome. The boss on the shield is a bottle opener.
photo by Brent Howard