Dem Thighs

I'm trying to think of a good comparison here. Windy Wynazz is – like a volcano of energy. Like a sexually obsessed teenager in hotpants. Like a lace-legged fire tornado.

When I walked into the theatre the first thing I saw were a pair of shapely legs in fishnet stockings bent over their owners' body in classic autofellatio pose, feet spilling over onto the first step of the audience gallery. The lady herself. She popped up from the floor like an excited emo fountain of nervous energy and showed people to the front rows – ushering people away from what she called...