Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Dark Mills

Checking early September in my diary, I see that I have an appointment at home watching television on the fifth so I must regretfully decline our very own local "celebration of the alternative scene in London."

Even the promise of the Sachsgate-notoriety-hoovering Satanic Sluts is unlikely to tempt me from the Fortress of Solitude I fear.

Prodnose: Are you sick of traditional Burlesque with no grit?
Myself: Not really, um, no. To be honest.
Prodnose: Then your wet dreams may have just come true.
Myself: I beg your pardon!
Prodnose: Whether you’re into vampires, robots, zombies, school girls, cheerleaders, cops, or cowgirls, these girls have got it.
Myself: Have you been at the cooking sherry again?
Prodnose: These dangerous beauties specialise in entertaining the darkest side of your soul with a live dance act that gradually decays into a total Blood Bath.
Myself (patience exhausted): Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this sh1t. This is some fugged-up repugnant sh1t.
Prodnose: Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings? Have you ever heard that?
....... NOT TO BE CONTINUED .......


John said...

Bag of by the look of things !

Nick Browne said...

No diggity, no doubt.