But it's worth noting that, despite the dancers' skintight unitards (of a chameleonic fabric that picked up whatever color shone on it), the sexes are barely distinguishable.
Surrey […] was negotiating with his wife to move the family (two teenaged girls, reluctant to leave their high school friends) to Tathra and a new house, perhaps with a view of the sea. The trick was going to be maintaining the loyalty of his longstanding if slow-paying rural clients, when he planned to spend most of his time on the coast, away from the extremes of the Goulburn climate ('Either too cold, too hot, too dry, too windy, or too wet,' he was wont to say). There had proved to be lots of minor crime on the coast, which augured well for the seachange.
Some people seek sainthood by mortifying the body.
