In a Pinkish promenade Ms St James took a turn on the stage, with an enviable array of costumes to match her enviable array of attributes. She proposed a martini for the crowd, and splashed it about for all to share. Being the Supreme Barbie, the stage was awash with her wet providence by the end of her turn. Russal, ‘the doll maker’, Beatie, his mantra “follow me”, plucked two fresh sponge bears from the throng and sopped up her wake with aplomb. A much admired act in itself.