Sinders a bit of a fairy story
Sinders was looking at herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she painted her lips red and rouged her cheeks ready for the task ahead. “Your twelve O’clock’s here Sinders,” the Madame shouted, “The fat bald deaf one with bad breath.” “Which short fat bald deaf one with bad breath?” she asked. “The one who stinks like a Donkey.” “Oh well,” Sinders mused, “It could be worse,” though she couldn’t really work out how. “Ah Sinders you look so beautiful!”...