The merkin tailor is that rare union of socio-sartorial daredevil and arbiter of class. In my time as lowly merkin-miner of relative distinction, I have seen all manner of somebodies shed what they once took for dignity, in favour of nothing less than the emancipatory blessing that is my complementary mound of furs. Merkins have, in a distant past, served to relieve afflicted scoundrels of scurrilous gasps towards inflammation of the crotch and such.

Today, we use them to bring life to the region so often shrouded in the draconian security of pant and zip. Be free of the noose, or simply adorn yourself extra, enlarge your sense of colouration and join the frivolity of the burgeoning merkin minority. When you visit our booth, you will be attended by the discreet coterie of merkineers, a sensitive pack, with an sympathetic eye for proportion and potential.

The Booth consists in an intimate chamber for physically inclined experimenters, separated by a holey partition encouraging chit-chat, meandering members and more. Partners find their way into the Booth thanks to an exhilarating mangle of kiss-chase, explosive possibility and your own phantom voyeur. As an'unexpectacle shares a limited number of free tickets, you, the participant, are offered the chance to anonymously invite your fancy to join you in the sordid confines of the Booth.

With the proposition made, your fantasy could be fulfilled: the grand opportunity to meet your fancy, in flesh, without your identity being revealed (head sacks will be available upon entry to and departure from the Booth). The full mechanics of the undertaking are revealed on the scene.

In amongst our gaggle, you will find a most gifted bevy of seers, healers, quaint philosophers and mystics. They have been accused of overhauling individual systems of belief and the very underpinnings of visitors' personhoods, whilst remaining courteous at all times.

Other delights may only not be expected. We look forward to sharing with you..