Sunday, July 16, 2006

Danger money took the money and began. Her promise was an abundant mystery that will tantalise a lucky gathering when it fruits. Beneath that trenchcoat lies I cannot say what other than a bodice that conceals a conundrum ineffable.


A night at the burlesque is a tasty thing. This night was extra scrummy. You are never sure what will happen at such nights; it is part of the joy. If burlesque ever cleaned up its act and became polished it would cease to be burlesque. Sartorially splendid anarchy, that’s the dream. Burlesque proper, is everything the organized theatre is not, and that is it’s value.

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