Went to Stringfellows yesterday to introduce the dancer I know there to my mate from Cake. It was smaller than I expected. My dancer friend met us at the door and took us downstairs, which is apparently better than upstairs.
Was most narked that we couldn't sit at a table unless we bought a bottle of champagne for £50. Found a bar stool and stuck to the wine instead (figured out, after two bottles of lager cost £9, that it was cheaper to stick to wine at £15 a bottle) Can see how they've made their money.
However, there were a lot of very foxy male and female dancers, so it was a good enough experience. Turned out that the Cake girl knew one of the other dancers there so we got a load of inside info. Saw a couple of C list celebs who seemed to be splashing the cash around, which fulfilled a few cliches for us.
Other than the dancers we knew, the women were mostly clones - gave me the impression they've got a genetic engineering lab at the back of the venue producing blonde haired, blue eyed, large chested ladies on a production line. Was surprised at how many of the girls were wearing nasty white outfits. Then again, if I had a figure as good as they had, I probably wouldn't care what I wore. Had great fun discussing which girls had got implants, then checking with our mates who work there to see if we were right.
On a less fun note, one of the friends we met had her drink spiked at a bar in Knightsbridge on Friday night. Luckily, she was with her bloke who managed to get her home safely, but when he tried to put her into a cold shower to bring her round, she got really aggressive. She doesn't remember a thing about it. Scary. Was holding my drink all night after she told us that.
After it happened, she read up on it and apparently the usual trick is for the guys to spike your drink, wait till you go to the loo and pass out then tell the bouncer that you're their girlfriend. Half the time, the bouncers help the sick bastard carry you out of the club. Alternatively, they wait for you to come out of the loos feeling disoriented, say they'll help see you home and then, once they've got you in a cab passed out, take advantage. Sick.
Can't understand how anyone could sink that low.
Posted by emilyd at August 05, 2002 02:15 AM