Let’s hear it for transformation. There is a slow tottering walk on stilettos, the body quivering in its shag-pile jacket and beaded thong, the head bejeweled, bald, white. On the sound system the slowed down groan of Nat King Cole’s ‘Mona Lisa’ and then the words: ‘Hello, I’m Lili Handel, let’s have a party.’ Quite […]