"She takes her clothes off, one by one..."

Greetings!
So I had a smashing night out with the guys on Friday. We had a couple of beers then an Indian, then some more beer & then we went to Urban Tiger; Northampton's only Lapdancing emporium.
Now lapdancing has been mentioned a couple of times in Blogland lately, so I thought I'd give you my views on the subject.
I like it.
Shocked? Of course not.
Now I do consider myself to be a fairly switched on 21st century sort of man, but I am indeed a man. And I'm a man who loves women. (Even though half of 'em are mentalists!) And I like looking at women, & when those women are scantily clad or naked, I enjoy looking at them even more. Strange? I do hope not.
Do I think the girls are being exploited? I don't think they are. I don't think it's the same ball game as street prostitution, where many girls work out of a great need or are even forced into it. I feel the lapdancers have made an informed choice. A choice that, I have to confess, would not be difficult for me to make were I a lady in possesion of the right "crudentials". I actually got chatting to one of the girls in a very normal manner. She was 23 & she drove from Lincoln (Some 60 or 70 miles) twice a week to work at Urban Tiger. She told me that she earns a reasonable amount of money which is helping to fund her gap year. She also told me that she loves being on the stage & doing her thing. She said it makes her feel good. Fair play to her.
I had a private dance whilst there, funded by TheStoryteller. I very much enjoyed the experience. I found it to be exciting & fun. Harmless fun.
Some of my mates had to go back home & lie about where they had been. They had my sympathy & understanding. I had similar issues with Temper Tantrum & it wouldn't be worth the inevitable shit-storm to mention it. So I'd lie, like they did. Of course, these days I don't have that kind of worry. My rather smashing girlfriend was pleased that I had gone out & enjoyed myself. It's so lovely not to be worrying about covering my tracks. It's the way it should be.

I did strange celebrity looky-likey thing.
Hugh Jackman-Good
Jeb Bush-Bad
Victoria Principal-What?



I have to be at work again at 1am (Don't ask) so I had a little spliff to help me have that rarest of beasts; an afternoon nap. The side effects of said smoke are that I seem to be waffling a bit.
So I'm just gonna bugger off the bed.