Dowager Hunter-Gatherer

Overview

"'DOWAGER HUNTER-GATHERER stalks the quiet, deserted streets of Belgravia, dipping her porky, St. Paul fingers into a paper bag of fluffy lemons... nibbles, lady?' The apocalyptic dada-esque nonsense of a femme fatale who unpicks the stitching from men's Y-fronts." -Viva-8 programme notes