Tulsa

Tulsa’s torpedoes poised above Tasmania were threatening to detonate. She gave us our ABCs, in a fashion I don’t believe I recollect from my schooling days….. very instructive. Burlesque prospered in the confidence, calamity and changes of modernism and then the empty promise of the consumerist nuclear age, (a warlike and fearful time not that far removed from now), we are again in a swing age at war with human appetites, and this girl wouldn’t look out of place on the nose cone of a Lancaster bomber. Bringing beauty to the front. A bombshell delivering blonde, her propeller work was ace. Clockwise and counter watch them spin, those tasty party pies beneath the chin. Her balloons were bursting by the end of the night and a snow was falling with each bang. Winter had arrived.