Apr 9, 2018
After an hour or so they tired of my dancing and I was ushered off stage by a nondescript functionary. Instructed to change I slipped into another full cup bra, certain that the more athletic moves I had planned for the second act wouldn’t see me out of place. Already I had heard fragments of the diabolical plans EnormoCorp had for this part of west Wales. Whispering “Croeso y Cymru” I went out ready to give the performance of my life ... [to be continued]
[Extract from The Feminist Who Loved Me]