I was both excited and nervous at the prospect of performing with a professional male stripper. I had never done anything like this before and did not want to let him or the club management down. Fortunately the stripper, Chris, was a really nice guy...

It was a Saturday night, circa August 1995. The long hot summer continued and so did my new job at the club. It was purely voluntary, but it had its' benefits. From an initial shock gunging taking part in a silly competition, I was now a regular act...

I recently relied to a post about getting messy in front of an audience and told the true story of my messy encounter in a gay nightclub back in the long hot summer of 1995. What I thought was a one-off event and a bit of silly summer fun turned out...