Shame. I'm not averse to the odd bit of sex. Not odd sex, per se. Well...anyway, my healthy lust-u-like, still has a youthful zest. About 20 years ago, a post-finance meeting in Manchester, descended into a first ever & (as fate would have it) last trip to a lap dancing club. A 'pink dollar' was purchased for a fiver, affording me the delights of a 'session' from one of the ladeeez. As my turn came round, I maintained an air of casual terror, when a very pleasant young lady, plonked herself on my lap, wearing a sort of stretched out Tetley tea bag. Not knowing where to look, I concentrated on her face, desperately searching for the right words, as "and what do you do" seemed faintly absurd. Meantime, one of our troop was the subject of a 'dance' from a more roughly hewn gal, who removed his tie and weaved it around her privates. The term kipper tie, never had greater resonance. Anyway. Burlesque. Dirty bassline, sexual connotation & lots of raunch. Dirty Jamster has left the building..
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Was there ever a greater example of good time rock n roll? I once tried to sing like Roger Chapman and lost my voice for a week. It can only be Burlesque, by Family