Germaine’s gyrations in lipstick is an act that grows; we noticed tactical cranky grimacing which coloured her routine agreeably. Gypsie Germaine’s tribute to “girls, girls girls” made the crowd want more, more, more. Little touches and flourishes planting movements well. Adulation will soon become tiresome to her if she continues to be this adept. A brunette with legs as long as any nutcracker ballerina, Gypsie is the ubernusery plaything, the toy that nanny wouldn’t allow you to play with when you were young. But now we are all growed up. The Gypsy Wood is alive and beautiful, if you go down there today. We discovered her as she was discovering herself and losing herself in the song.