First up: The Showman. You could call this mood The Showgirl but that means entirely the opposite, a point that might irk other girls, more politically correct girls, girls you don’t believe could ever live up to the name even if they didn’t find it as anathematic as they do. While The Showman likes to be the loudest thing to enter a room, it’s usually as fanfare or prophet, to say here comes So-and-so or Such-and-such, as if it were possible to tenderise So’s or Such’s shyness with your raucus bangs and whoops, to make them more palatable for the party.
This rarely ever works; when you’re like this it’s usually best to get you just a little drunk as fast as possible. The Showman soon totters under the bleachers – and Boudica takes the ring.
