
where they take some clothes off a supermarket attendee (as they do) but instead of throwing a cup of coffee or rubbing in shoe polish (to the gasps of the audience), they splatter on the contents of a mooncup, surrounded by the heaves and retches of the audience whilst the washerwoman holds it up to the camera, plastic smile gleaming, and a little rivulet of gloopy claret teasing its way down the fabric.
( , Mon 22 Jun 2009, 21:15, archived)