It’s times like these that Mr. Skin wished his mother tongue weren’t puns but German. Then I might be able to understand the sweet nothings of svelte German cutie Anya Hoffmann. What comes out of this pretty blonde’s mouth may be hard for me to understand, but what’s coming out of my hard place is clear. And come it does when watching Anya hose down her hooters in the women’s prison TV flick Todesspiel (1997) or flash her funbags in the sitcom Broti & Pacek – irgendwas ist immer. It just goes to prove skin is the universal language.