It starts off with an idea,
an insult thrown at two glamour cats,
two darkly dressed comedians.
They dwell on it. They build on it.
It grows.
Big Fat Quiz of the Year, The Policemen’s Ball,
or just a regular night of stand up.
But it grows.

And then we pick it up.
Dwell on it. Turn it into our own.
Big Fat Fantasy of the Week.
“I’ve got a cape.” “It’s dark.”
“Nosferatu.” “Banana battlements, too.”
Everything is a blur.
And then an event is found.

Something to dress up at.
Signs are made to make the obscure,
blatantly obvious,
“WE ARE GOTH DETECTIVES”
it reads, to those not accustomed to
shenanigans
and hilarity
of Noel Fielding and Russell Brand.

When it’s over we hide our costumes,
like one of their own brethren
who hide away from the light
and kiss the night,
and return to a brightly coloured
peacock paradise.