The Curly Wurley Sex Machine

From the book: She was short, but anybody under six foot is short to me and she had curly blond hair. When I say she had curly blond hair, she had acres and acres of curly blond hair, she was an adventure in hair, an Everest of hair. She also had an infectious smile and her teeth were good. I mention her teeth because she smiled so much that I couldn't help noticing them. She dressed well, not too flashy, she didn't really need clothes under all that hair. Around her neck she wore a pendant, I picked it up and looked at it, it was of interlocking fish, a bit like yin and yang.
'Pisces,' she said, 'my star sign.'
'What does that say about you?' I said.
'We Pisces people are friendly, sensitive, loyal and spiritual, we take on the troubles of the world and feel them deeply and we...well I can help you sort out your problems.'
'I'm right, I don't actually have any problems,' I said.
'You do,' she said, 'I can tell by your eyes. Do you want to dance?'
'What's your name? I said.
'The Curly Wurley Sex Machine,' she replied in a velvety voice.

Review: 'A fun romp from Australia to England, via China and Russia. Fast cars, loose women, billionaires, mansions and award winning wine make this a great read. But then the main character's world falls apart, bankruptcy happens and he ends up on the run, I enjoyed the story, it is written in Thorogood's usual fast, witty pace with a nice little twist at the end. Worth giving this one a go, a fun read.'