Oh, no, no, no scottish-guy! My very much regretted and best forgotten experience (so I don’t know why I even mentioned it, Lol!) was at the very much more upmarket and totally hi-so, new downstairs incarnation of Super ‘A’ Bar shortly after it opened.
From memory, I think they had a series of between 4 and 6 small elongated booths that contained not much more than a rubber mattress substitute for a bed. The walls were little more than thin plywood partitions, which did not extend to the ceiling. You could therefore hear all the “goings-on” in the other ‘rooms’. Honestly, it was a hideous experience that, hopefully, I shall never repeat.
On any well defined sleaze scale, I think any reasonable member who has visited both locations of Super ‘A’ Bar would conclude that scottish-guy bears the greater shame.
Phew! I believe I have successfully extricated myself from what could have been a very awkward situation and can rest assured that my excellent reputation amongst the membership is, thankfully, still intact.
And, oh no, no a447. I think you must be confusing Super ‘A’ Bar with another bar. The upstairs was nothing like that. Well, not that I saw, but then again, my eyesight in darkened conditions is not always reliable. Lol!
Er, em . . . there were no sheets, just a rubber mattress. Easier for cleaning, no doubt, so very thoughtful of the management wouldn't you agree?