The American tourist recoiled from where she sat, her face inhabiting that fine line between mirth and terror. A man was slinking towards her, his face elegantly painted, his body covered in a shift of gorgeous fabric, his head adorned with a black wig – his appearance somewhere between a drunk beauty queen and a gorilla who’d fallen with remarkable precision into a dressing-up box and make-up set. A flower nestled daintily behind his ear.
Embarking on what seemed a graceful courtship ritual, he sidled up to her in elegant, pointed steps, turned his silk-clad back, and coyly glanced at her over his shoulder. He paused for a moment. The atmosphere lay heavy with anticipation.
After what seemed like an age, he sprung to life suddenly, swaying his buttocks towards her face, languorously at first, then unleashing into a frenzy of vertical jiggling that defied the laws of physics. The onlookers’ surprise suggested that they had not known until now that this part of human anatomy was capable of such movement. Even I – known to display a dancefloor bottom wiggle on occasion – was impressed and taken aback in equal measure. Continue reading →