PLAYING PEEKABOO WITH YESTERDAY'S LAUNDRY
Few songs make me retch up my lunch, but Eliza Doolittle's "Skinny Genes" did - and I hadn't even eaten any lunch. Curses on her and her sick choreographers - but thankfully someone very close to me is on hand to lance the boil. See here for Ms King's razing analysis at the Samosa.
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