I have received a new missive from Anna Smith, this blog’s occasional Canadian correspondent, based in Vancouver.
I post it in its entirety with no explanation.
Because I have no explanation.
I wanted to send you an article about the family-run sex club in Nashville masquerading as a church but I see the Daily Mail has got it covered.
I was just roaming the corridors of St. Paul’s Hospital for two days getting more examinations… then I went for Supper at the drop-in center for street girls… always entertaining… They found a small furry Toy Alien in the clothing donations box and a skinny girl who plays ‘crack whores’ on television (who said her father is a high school principal) was flying the beeping toy alien which resembled a miniature Teletubby around the common room to the amusement of all.
Last week, transgender women in the toilets were chastising the cleaning lady for wearing a flowery apron, telling her: “If you’re gonna clean up after US, you’d better start dressing like a French maid!”
Today I am working on costume and later rehearsing a strip show I am doing on Sunday at The Penthouse Nightclub here… We will be allowed into the club on Saturday afternoon so, surely to God, I will finally get a photo there. They forbid photos of the show but I am hoping to get pictures of rehearsal and backstage.
I am doing my Nurse Annie act and, on stage with me, my patient The Mallacan Pirate Queen will be playing electric bass after I revive her.
No, I don’t know what that last bit means either.
But my life here in Borehamwood seems comparatively dull.
Perhaps I should move to Vancouver.
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