Sheikh Entrée

The big moment. The girls are on. – The music kicks in. Kind of Jah Wabbling guitars meets wailing mullahs. The Sheikh runs out behind Queen Jane Approximately. Girls, I fear my ticker cannot keep pace with your entrée! - To cheers he launches the balloon grotesques of GIs, Tommies and sundry enemies of the Jihad into the sky. Amid pot shots and wolf-whistles, the Delaneys hit their number – kind of Banarama meets the Banana Splits. – The veils unveil to reveal naked erse. - The one eyed Jihad squints from behind the curtain, muttering darkly -