candy von dewd is a trooper.

in our last episode of the production of candy von dewd and the girls from latexploitia, leather and latex clad women were chasing me around with fire as the super bubbler bubbling machine spirited the ghosts of lawrence welk. please, lawrence, not one more time.

this weekend i found myself face to face with candy von dewd. jacques had flown her all the way out from london to star in his camp-tastic homage to barbarella and there she stood, in the middle of the forest, wearing a tiny latex outfit that had been born from a strange mating of a large pink balloon and judy jetson's latest s&m fantasy. i could see the goosebumps jutting from the surface of her skin and i knew that she must be totally, totally, freezing.

"oh, this is really quite mild, actually," she said to me when i asked if there was anything i could do to help her regain some sort of thermal stability. "this would be a beautiful day in britain!"

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