We Don't Talk About March

The joy of Sitters has struck again - since the snuffle is old enough to be sleeping lots, Alix organised a night out - the London Burlesque Festival was on, and one of the shows was in Shepherds Bush.

So with hurried instructions to babysitter , we dashed off down the road to enjoy a few hours of childlessness.

Settling down to a bottle of wine (and some of the last seats), we realised that we were somewhat underdressed - at least half of the audience were dressed up in glam 30's (or similar) gear.
The show was very funky - 10(?) nearly nekkid dancers, with outfits ranging from chic Parisienne to Statue of Liberty (with flaming torch) to sheep.