Bette Midler: No Frills

OK, FORGET the drip through the roof. Forget the mortgage and the DHSS snoop halfway through the letterbox. Imagine a night out on the town with the golddust flying (and this doesn't mean a lucky streak on the fruit machine down the local). Envisage a Las Vegas glitterland of temptation and taboo where the dice keep rolling, the chips moving, the shorts pouring, and the wimmin…well, let's just say the homely wifeys are safe at home with the kids and the jacuzzi and the only wimmin here are big, bold and baaaad.