So the evening started with a spot of Turkish at Dalston’s finest. We then hopped in the Nash-mobile and headed to Bethnal Green for a shot of Working Men’s Burlesque. Not a bad start for a cold Sunday night.
A couple of nips from the hip flask and our esteemed chauffeur and James from Addict were about ready to start scaling Banksy’s beanstalk. Oh the japes.
In we walked, straight into a red-neon snake and breast wrestling match. Five women, five snakes, a few bits of glitter and not much else. Now I’m not big on strip clubs, oh no - my mother will vouch for me on that, but I’ve been to a couple in my time and I’ve met some lovely ladies - always friendly and very enterprising many of them, but one always leaves with a bad taste in the mouth. Not here. For this is Burlesque a.k.a. POSH stripping. How is it different? Well, girls love burlesque and you can’t call stripping art.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, it was great. Marie Antoinette got naked to Brahms, a bunny rabbit and a bear sang 80s soft-rock covers, beat each other up, got semi-naked and then attacked two men in the audience. It would have been perfect but the bunny looked far too much like my friend Ken. I can’t remember what the night was called but I highly recommend you get down to the Working Men’s Club and check out anything they do that features the word burlesque. For more details look here: www.workersplaytime.net
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