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The finale of the great dame was a turn by the wilted Twankey, or the cranky Twankey, depending who spoke to her.

Twankey showed some great ball skills … by juggling a football in sports direct, before we headed to a local coffee shop to regroup and warm our tweeting fingers.

Then, after only 15 minutes -
we were found. Travelling on
the bus from Queens Park,
inspired from watching us online the previous day, Margo Collins was the winner. Armed with a newspaper clipping, a first generation Nokia and an Internet café, it was a fitting end to our digital experiment.

Today is the tale of Skanky Twankey (imagine Lemmy in drag). It was a cold and lonely lunch hour. Snow fell from the sky, and the sky fell in, we walked and walked, for nearly an hour. No one found us.

Then suddenly, it happened. With five minutes to go, the spirit of Christmas arrived, in the form of Metro connoisseur, Mark Murray, who set himself the task of finding us.

@markmurrayuk is and was a great sport — when we handed him the cash he donated £40 of the win to Shelter. What a top chap.

Stalker Texas Ranger, @MattGierhart, beat out vocal competitor @CagedThunder to have our Lanky Twankey reach around for her handbag after only 24 minutes.

In this time the Twankey managed a Karaoke session, an Ann Summers fitting, and some ejectile manhandling from a few retail security officers - Primark are very precious about their beautiful in-store display secrets.

Today was a bit too easy for some, so tomorrow we shall see what we can change back stage to throw you off Madame’s intoxicating scent.

All hail Richard Hale, our first winner. Shouting repeatedly, showtunes, showtunes, showtunes, he stalked us for a hundred metres, desperate to win. Even though we were with a scary looking bloke with a beard, wearing a dress, and
laughing manically, we were terrified.

Finally he came to his senses outside HMV and fell to one knee and pronounced the password, the name of another giant of the stage, Brian Blessed.

An indecisive shopper, Richard took half an hour of encouragement and product suggestion before he made his choice – a set of signature headphones by Dr. Dre.

We were loud but lost in the crowd. Despite the attention no one used our password of the day – Wishy Washy.

As a scarlet woman once said, tomorrow is another day; come hunt us down, really, we are not hard to miss.

Our first Twankey was a Yankee – a man that lives to show off, even if the stage is a Zebra crossing outside Accessorize. The rest of the team are not as keen to don the frock, but the dame is here all week, with one face or another the show must go on.

Every woman of fine stock will try on her fancy frocks before she gives the populace sight of her in all her finery, and I am no different.

Watch me as I pick up and try on my new wardrobe – and put those peepers back in their sockets, for I know they’ll be on stalks when you see me disrobing.

Then marvel at the reactions of Noho’s gentlefolk as I parade my frippery to all and sundry.

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