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Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Back to pulling down my knickers and typing up words
After the damb squib which were the Olympics - business was slow, slow, slow - my skin itched with the frustrating affair which saw hundreds of thousands of people with bulging wallets visit London for the sporting event of the year, but failed to walk through the doors of the West End.
It was painful.
I'd planned my whole year around the Olympics. I had big BIG plans. Visit a few festivals and enjoy the beginning of summer, then earn pots of Olympic gold, save up some for my tax bill and still have pennies for holidaying in September.
I was going to use the unusual situation to interview lots of other dancers, bar staff and perhaps even some club operators - how they had coped with the busy influx, the funny stories, the lessons they had learnt. How it all differed from the usual frustration of a long, hot and slow summer period, where any dancer worth her salt goes away or works on the coast or abroad. Perhaps put together some sort of e-book, pamphlet affair, so that we could stand proudly on the rooftops and shout
It was painful.
I'd planned my whole year around the Olympics. I had big BIG plans. Visit a few festivals and enjoy the beginning of summer, then earn pots of Olympic gold, save up some for my tax bill and still have pennies for holidaying in September.
I was going to use the unusual situation to interview lots of other dancers, bar staff and perhaps even some club operators - how they had coped with the busy influx, the funny stories, the lessons they had learnt. How it all differed from the usual frustration of a long, hot and slow summer period, where any dancer worth her salt goes away or works on the coast or abroad. Perhaps put together some sort of e-book, pamphlet affair, so that we could stand proudly on the rooftops and shout
"Look! LOOK! Look what us working girls did for London, did for the image of Britain - how we kept all those people who would otherwise be sitting around in hotel rooms happy and jubilant and celebrating all the beauty that this great city has to offer, deep into the night. Night after night. WE are superhuman! WE deserve a medal."
But nah. The fun and fizz and fanfare exploded in a damp squib. Everyone partied somewhere else, or didn't party at all. Blame it on the scaremongering of London transport, blame it on the press's empty fears of a deluge of sex-workers invading our streets, blame it on pay-per-view TV.
So I've been really, really quiet. Stopped writing, either here or on my stripping website http://www.londonlapdancer.com/
I'm super sorry to everyone who sent me emails with fantastic comments, guest-posting submissions, or requests for interviews.
Like the tourists, I couldn't be asked and went on holiday instead. A whole month of it. HA! Damn fine time I had too, with no writing, no pulling off my panties and NO SHAVING!!!!
But I'm back, plucked, waxed, tanned - and a little bit fatter. Ready to rock the pole by night and keyboard by day.
Thanks for sticking around folks......
xxx Sassy
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
An English Strippers guide to Lapdancing Clubs to visit during the 2012 London Olympics
After a day of watching gorgeous honed athletic bodies in lycra why quit?
London is hosting the Olympics this year and has sold 10.8 million tickets to the various Olympic and Paralympic events.
That's a lot of people in London who want to be entertained!
Luckily the city of London has a rich seam of entertainment for tourists to mine, including lap dancing clubs. The first stripclub in London was the Windmill which opened in the 1930s, although nude girls had to stand completely still in tableau form. Luckily attitudes have changed since then and gentleman's establishments are now fully nude, with alcohol, and are available to the discerning male or female viewer. Many also offer food, live stage shows, and the option to buy dance tokens discreetly using your credit or debit cards. The average price of a dance is £20 per song, the price of VIP varies from £100 to £500 an hour, and some clubs are free, others charge an entrance of up to £20 per person. If you click on my links below you will be directed to the club's own site and many offer the option to print discount entry vouchers.
If you are visting London for the Olympics I would definitely recommend putting a stripclub visit on your Olympic itinerary. Here are my top 10 stripclubs to visit during the Olympics 2012.
West End
In the heart of bustling Leicester Square, famous for film premieres and casinos, is the relatively new-comer, Platinum Lace. Run by the former boss of Spearmint Rhino, it has quickly established a reputation for being able to host glitzy parties and has won serveral industry awards. It is open from 3pm till 6am every day of the week, (although it shuts at 3am on Sundays) It has several stages, more women than you could shake a stick at and a separate VIP lounge for large parties. They will probably be showing some Olympic athletic sport on a big screen for special heats.
The most famous gentleman's club in the West End is undoubtedly Stringfellows - it is run by Peter Stringfellow who has become a celebrity in his own right and is famous for having both a high calibre of girls and clientèle. It is based in historic Covent Garden, is open till 4:30, although rumour has it that they have an extended licence till 6am for the Olympic summer season, and has a top notch restaurant serving an excellent steak. However, it is a classy and sophsticated club based on VIP dance packages so smart dress and money to burn are essential.
The original striptease establishment, the Windmill, is based in Soho. It has a fantastic double height pole on its stage and is open till 5:30am.
Up the road is the infamous Spearmint Rhino, a global chain of decadence which has outposts in the USA and Australia. It is packed to the rafters with hot women and throws some excellent shows on the weekend, with fire and burlesque dancers adding some excitement. It seems to be the club which keeps on giving, as it has special drink offers throughout the week and long opening hours from midday till 4am, although on the weekends it opens at 6pm.
With several branches across London, Secrets is definitely good to know. They even have a branch opposite Euston, so if your train at Euston or nearby Kings Cross/St Pancras is delayed, you know where to wait. I wager that the transport and traffic in London will not be running 100% smoothly during the London Olympics, so a few dances in the company of beautiful women from all over the world should help ease the annoyance.
East London
The Olympic village itself is based in Stratford, East London, and there are plenty of establishments to choose from.
The biggest is For Your Eyes Only, which has a whopping 40 VIP and champagne lounges, so no matter how many people come to visit, there will always be room for you. Like Secrets, they are based in the city - London's equivalent of Wall Street.
Can't be bothered to go far? Majingo's - no, I don't know what the name stands for either - is based in the Dockland's, so is a mere mile as the crow flies from the stadium itself. It's open from 6 till 3.
For those that prefer the traditional route, the East End has a long and fine tradition of 'pound in the pint glass' strip pubs - YES PUBS! Try Brown's or The Griffin Here you simply sit down on a bar stool, nursing some brown ale in nice cold glass, and watch the excellent stage shows, before tipping the dancer a minimum of a pound afterwards (more if she's rocking the pole). The dancer's will circulate around the club with a pint glass collecting coins and notes after their stage set, and may also offer private dances for the customary score (£20). Also in Shoreditch is The White Horse which is open till midnight, 1am on weekends, and has free entry. All three strip pubs mentioned also have big TV screens so you won't miss any sporting highlights.....
Last but certainly not least, Metropolis has three floors with some really unique dance areas including a beach, a car wash and a sultan's harem. I'm not kidding.
I hope that you find my guide to lapdancing bars and stripclubs to visit during the Olympics useful, although remember I am more used to being a lapdancer than a punter! I'd really love to hear from anybody who visits/works at these clubs whilst visiting London for the Olympics, so please leave your thoughts in the comments box. Let's get it going for gold!
This article was originally published on my new site http://www.londonlapdancer.com/
Please visit for even more resources on lapdancing in London and all over the world!
Monday, 16 July 2012
Casting Call for Mummy Strippers!
I get bunches of promo emails, but this one sounds interesting, as regular readers will know I am truly inspired by mummy strippers. A TV Documentary crew is looking for exotic dancers who are also trying to bring up a family. I've passed it on to a few friends but why not get in touch with them yourself if you want your fifteen minutes and to show the world what a great mother and strong woman you are?
CASTING:
EXOTIC DANCERS WHO ARE RAISING A FAMILY
A major TV production company is searching for women who raise kids during the day while exotic dancing at night. We are in search of solo women as well as groups of friends/ co-workers who deal with the shared stress of being a “mom” while holding down an evening job in adult entertainment. Married, as well as single moms, are of interest.
To learn more about the show, please email us a current photo of yourself, a current contact telephone number and a brief blurb detailing your story and family/ work life. You can contact Sean De Simone (http://seandesimonecasting.com/) at exoticdancermoms@gmail.com
Sunday, 8 July 2012
After two years plus of writing my thoughts down I have realised that it's time to move onto bigger and better things - a magazine style site with multiple articles and pages.
Don't worry, I will still be blogging except now I will be moving to a lush new site.
http://www.londonlapdancer.com/
I will be posting my nightly thoughts, reviews of dancing related shenanigans and paraphernalia and obviously be keeping you guys up to date with how the stripclub industry is evolving, represented and commented on.
I will also be moving a lot of the content onto my new site as well as posting fresh new material.
Come check it out as I build a new stripping empire....
http://www.londonlapdancer.com/
Don't worry, I will still be blogging except now I will be moving to a lush new site.
http://www.londonlapdancer.com/
I will be posting my nightly thoughts, reviews of dancing related shenanigans and paraphernalia and obviously be keeping you guys up to date with how the stripclub industry is evolving, represented and commented on.
I will also be moving a lot of the content onto my new site as well as posting fresh new material.
Come check it out as I build a new stripping empire....
http://www.londonlapdancer.com/
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Glass Geishas by Susanna Quinn; My Review
Glass Geishas
- what a fantastic title.
Geisha are of course the traditional Japanese entertainers, all thick black laquered hair, ivory skin and brightly coloured kimono's, that are a symbol of Japan - and Japanese beauty. But the Glass Geisha in the title are not the precise and careful beauties with many years of training pouring cups of tea. The Glass Geisha are the wild and crazy hostesses who pour the whisky and keep the salarymen 'genki' (happy) whilst downing glasses full of spirits and mixers that they earn £3.50 comms each on.
How do I know?
Because I was a Roppongi girl once.
I went on dohans, got kickbacks from champagne bars, survived on a diet of booze, strong charcoal cigarettes, sushi and drugs supplied by the club's shadiest customers for a few months in Roppongi, Tokyo's infamous entertainment district. Like so many other Western girls, we bought a one way ticket and worked through our tourist visa, six days a week, living in cramped accommodation that the locals dubbed 'Pussy Plaza'.
It was awful yet fantastic, but I wouldn't do it again, so I pushed the experience to the back of my mind, not wanting to relive memories which are at times painful and leave me disgusted by the life my naive young self fell into.
Forgotten - until Glass Geishas
came along.
I loved reading this book. The pages flowed like the drinks in the book - page after page just turning through my fingers. I got it from the book launch, where I was lucky enough to meet the lovely author Susanna Quinn herself, and that was on a Thursday before I went to work at my club nearby. I started Glass Geishas
on my journey home at 5am, and was still reading it in bed as the sun came up. The images of rain soaked narrow streets and neon lights were too much for me, so I poured myself a gin. And then another. And I laughed and cried and drank more gin until I passed out.
(I'm not recommending that you attempt to read it in this fashion, but it is fun. Especially if you drink every time they say 'champagne', 'knocked back', 'little glasses of vodka tonic' etc.)
Now for the average reader - girls, you are going to love this book. It's got a cracking storyline and fantastically detailed description of the strange happenings and secretive world of Tokyo. Everyone is half-crazy, the industry has turned them into complete alcoholics, and no-one tells the whole story, if they get past lying through their teeth in the first place.
It's written from three points of view - a new girl called Stephanie who is desperate for what she has been told is 'quick and easy' money by her old schoolfriends who are living it up there already - but Julia is distant and weird whilst the other, Annabel, has plum disappeared off the face of the earth, leaving only a diary behind.
The second narrative is based on a cranky Japanese House Mum 'Mama San' who is telling her life story to a Western journo. She comes out with some real filth on Japanese perversions (actually, the book opens with a shady Rophynol scene, and that's tame compared to what happen's later.)
The third is a string of emails from a hostess who has been there for some time. I must admit I didn't get this - I thought it clunky and unnecessary, as it was mainly some girl being insecure and moaning about how it was all going downhill. I suppose that it was included to serve as a reminder of how the hostess industry could really mess with some girls psyches, but then I was half a bottle of gin down at the time and certainly didn't need any reminder of how within a few months I was a shaking alcoholic letting myself get felt up for fifty bucks a song.
Cleverly, this book is not a memoir. It's a novel. It has a proper story , with an intriguing beginning, an exciting middle, and a slightly rushed and very neat ending where everything falls into place - hurrah! In short, the perfect summertime read. Out of all the books on the entertainment and sex industries that I have read and reviewed, this is one of the freshest and original, and I hope it marks a turn in the tide of the neverending stream of memoirs and now-I've-left-the-industry biographies which is the normal publishing format.
Go buy it. Glass Geishas ; 356 pages with a gin chaser. Lovely.
- what a fantastic title. Geisha are of course the traditional Japanese entertainers, all thick black laquered hair, ivory skin and brightly coloured kimono's, that are a symbol of Japan - and Japanese beauty. But the Glass Geisha in the title are not the precise and careful beauties with many years of training pouring cups of tea. The Glass Geisha are the wild and crazy hostesses who pour the whisky and keep the salarymen 'genki' (happy) whilst downing glasses full of spirits and mixers that they earn £3.50 comms each on.
How do I know?
Because I was a Roppongi girl once.
I went on dohans, got kickbacks from champagne bars, survived on a diet of booze, strong charcoal cigarettes, sushi and drugs supplied by the club's shadiest customers for a few months in Roppongi, Tokyo's infamous entertainment district. Like so many other Western girls, we bought a one way ticket and worked through our tourist visa, six days a week, living in cramped accommodation that the locals dubbed 'Pussy Plaza'.
It was awful yet fantastic, but I wouldn't do it again, so I pushed the experience to the back of my mind, not wanting to relive memories which are at times painful and leave me disgusted by the life my naive young self fell into.
Forgotten - until Glass Geishas
came along. I loved reading this book. The pages flowed like the drinks in the book - page after page just turning through my fingers. I got it from the book launch, where I was lucky enough to meet the lovely author Susanna Quinn herself, and that was on a Thursday before I went to work at my club nearby. I started Glass Geishas
on my journey home at 5am, and was still reading it in bed as the sun came up. The images of rain soaked narrow streets and neon lights were too much for me, so I poured myself a gin. And then another. And I laughed and cried and drank more gin until I passed out.(I'm not recommending that you attempt to read it in this fashion, but it is fun. Especially if you drink every time they say 'champagne', 'knocked back', 'little glasses of vodka tonic' etc.)
Now for the average reader - girls, you are going to love this book. It's got a cracking storyline and fantastically detailed description of the strange happenings and secretive world of Tokyo. Everyone is half-crazy, the industry has turned them into complete alcoholics, and no-one tells the whole story, if they get past lying through their teeth in the first place.
It's written from three points of view - a new girl called Stephanie who is desperate for what she has been told is 'quick and easy' money by her old schoolfriends who are living it up there already - but Julia is distant and weird whilst the other, Annabel, has plum disappeared off the face of the earth, leaving only a diary behind.
The second narrative is based on a cranky Japanese House Mum 'Mama San' who is telling her life story to a Western journo. She comes out with some real filth on Japanese perversions (actually, the book opens with a shady Rophynol scene, and that's tame compared to what happen's later.)
The third is a string of emails from a hostess who has been there for some time. I must admit I didn't get this - I thought it clunky and unnecessary, as it was mainly some girl being insecure and moaning about how it was all going downhill. I suppose that it was included to serve as a reminder of how the hostess industry could really mess with some girls psyches, but then I was half a bottle of gin down at the time and certainly didn't need any reminder of how within a few months I was a shaking alcoholic letting myself get felt up for fifty bucks a song.
Cleverly, this book is not a memoir. It's a novel. It has a proper story , with an intriguing beginning, an exciting middle, and a slightly rushed and very neat ending where everything falls into place - hurrah! In short, the perfect summertime read. Out of all the books on the entertainment and sex industries that I have read and reviewed, this is one of the freshest and original, and I hope it marks a turn in the tide of the neverending stream of memoirs and now-I've-left-the-industry biographies which is the normal publishing format.
Go buy it. Glass Geishas
; 356 pages with a gin chaser. Lovely.
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