By way of Junk for Code, a funny guest column in the Sidney Morning Herald this morn, C'mon Lucy, it's time we took back the strip.
Here's a bit:
I'm thinking of a kind of tabletop dancing venue where the dancers are men and women sit leering in chairs, stuffing cash down the boys' Y-fronts. Nothing sleazy, mind you.
I like to imagine a club where there is a range of men on offer. There's Domestic Guy, who does a little dance in his tracksuit, suggestively holding a Wettex and a lavatory brush, who comes down off the table and whispers in a woman's ear, "Listen. You just watch telly, love, and I'll do the washing up." Or "Is that the baby crying? Here, let me go." Or even, "The loo's a bit on the nose, I'll give it a clean." I can just see the women swooning.
Vanessa Gorman, whoever you are, you got the beat!
