I didn't realise strippers were so highly rated and popular as none of my mates at Uni had them at parties or buck's shows.
The last time I saw one was in the Pink Pussycat in King's Cross in about 1974, shortly before it was bombed.
It was all a bit gross, and the drinks were very expensive, and we only went in because a mate's wife wanted to see what it was all about.
Even as a teenager my line was that I wasn't into pictures or shows, but only "the real thing" - perhaps that was the pitch of my generation who brought you the "make love not war" era.
