Miss Corsica

We live in the middle of a ghetto with only limping dogs for company and so entertainment can be fairly ropey unless you put in the groundwork! So our 'activities' crew (the work shy folk that mostly stand around the pool all day and push people in), had the fantastic idea of a Miss Corsica contest. As this is San Lucianu, of course something had to be slightly odd about it...3 out of 4 of the contestants were men. We had one male guest who looked like his 'lady friend's wardrobe had thrown up on him, then Anthony, the waitress, who had severe difficulty keeping his legs together resulting in an extremely feminine pose, complete with oranges for boobs, which he had no qualms about shoving in your face with a 'look how hot I am' expression on his face. Then we had Fraser, the restaurant manager who quite clearly had done something like this before, and had a thinner waist than most of the women in the crowd and nice rag or something wrapped around his head...nice touch. It was all in good spirits until Fraser started eyeballing the only female contestant, who fantastically turned out to be a complete psycho and even boasted a David Brent style dance in her repertoire. This is San Lu baby!