NINA HAGEN’S GUIDE TO FASCINATING WOMANHOOD

room at the Ritz, wrapped in a floor-length black cloak, unsmiling as her silver-green hair was coaxed into Medusa-like coils of dreadlocks. Various bright bits of tatty clothes and toys were scattered around the room, and Nina held a raygun in her hand, pointing it at the intruders and dispassionately firing.