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So. The Lovely Luisa and I went to the Tuesday burlesque drawing class, in an appropriately poorly lit attic floor (which from a photography point of view was a teensy bit annoying). It turned out to be an atypical night, in that the model and the band both failed to show up, and the microphone was dodgy so we couldn't hear much.

But still, it was very interesting, and there were lots of friendly people, most of whom seemed to be artistically talented. The She-Mozart (and here I'm just guessing) compensated for the lack of models by scouting for volunteers to pose for a few minutes each so that the audience could sketch them. The young bartender clambered up and treated us to some of his original poetry...sadly, my attention was completely diverted from his witty, thoroughly entertaining recital by his facial hair, as he had the most wonderful accessory, being what had to be the:
BIGGEST
MUTTONCHOP
WHISKERS
OF
ALL
TIME!!!

And we had a man clad in red tartan and with a green cocktail parasol in his hair, who bounded onto the stage, bared his belly for the sketchers in the room to admire, and proceeded to play the flute with gay abandon.

But the highlight of the evening had to be this performance by Mozart, whose cello stand was (allegedly) dodgy, and needed to stop the instrument from sliding. Pity the poor man who volunteered to help (after Mozart asked for a lady's assistance, and no female in the audience was stupid enough in a position to oblige). Without further ado, our courageous volunteer unexpectedly found himself spread-eagled under the cello, with the cello spike firmly wedged in the fork of his trousers. And there he stayed, pinned fast.

Mozart assured us that it was actually quite pleasurable, with the vibrations resonating down through the cello rather...appealing, particularly to women. Our hapless volunteer chose not to comment, or perhaps he was just holding his breath in the hopes of leaving the venue intact.

I would like to say that everyone else in the room also held their breath in sympathy for the poor man, but instead people just squealed with glee and dived for their mobile phones so they could take a photo of the man while he was in no position to argue.

What a fun night was had, by (almost) all.# Really must do it again sometime.....

Click here for what I would have blipped if a man's delicates hadn't been placed in mortal jeopardy by a cello.

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# No body parts were harmed in the making of this blip.