Feathers are a-fluffing here at Burlicious Towers in
preparation for tomorrow’s performance by us and some of our showgirls at the big
birthday bash of one of our gorgeous number. We had a cracking rehearsal at our
little hall last Saturday, excitingly fueled by cupcakes, and we finished by
inviting our Props Manager to join us to take charge of the music.
Travelling home with him, we were discussing the complications of
changing on the night from our posh evening outfits into our showgirl attire
and back again. The unaccustomed challenge of the stick-on bra cups needed for
the posh frock and the implications of that for the undergarments for the
showgirl outfit were (ahem) front and centre of the debate.
“Hmm,” said our Props Manager thoughtfully, “we need a tit
plan,” and he sat back contentedly for a proper muse on the topic.
There are times, Dear Reader, when that man really, really loves his work.
Yours, spreading cheer among the workers,
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