It doesn’t matter what it is, so long as it’s green

ADAM Sefton had trouble explaining exactly what he’d dressed up as in honour of St Patrick’s Day yesterday, although “bearded female leprechaun” would have been a fairly accurate description.

Sitting on a bar stool dressed in a skirt, wearing a girlish fluorescent green wig and boasting a moustache of Guinness froth, Mr Sefton was asked what he meant to be

“I’m not really sure,” he confessed.

“Green? Drunk? Irish?”

The Wodonga university student was not the only one at Paddy’s Bar who had made up for their lack of planning by digging out anything green in their wardrobe — or in some cases, their garage.

Paddy’s barman Mikka McWilliams woke up without a costume idea but had a brain wave when he spotted a tube of green acrylic paint.

He slathered himself in the stuff.

“It’s actually not meant to be body paint, it itches a little bit,” Mr McWilliams said.

His outfit, or lack of it, attracted plenty of fans throughout the day.

“Older ladies keep on trying to touch me. And the kids love it.”

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