Whilst clearing out some drawers, I came across this photo. I wonder if members recall any of the dancers/show boys? Art (front row on the right) was a huge favourite of mine. He was the reason that I attended the show each night (a show complete with singing nuns and boys dressed as dogs running around the bar pretending to piss on the customers! Yes, it was a venue of inestimable class!!
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dab69 (June 1st, 2018), splinter1949 (June 1st, 2018), TaoR (June 1st, 2018)
My apologies for the size of the attachment. Not sure how to reduce it.
Oh if I'd a pound for every time I heard THAT excuse....... !Originally Posted by poshglasgow
poshglasgow (June 1st, 2018), TaoR (June 1st, 2018)
I recognise the boy on the right of the front row - I always used to give him a tip.
I used to call him Ziggy Stardust because (as Louis Walsh would say) he reminded me of a young David Bowie - and let me say right away that I know I'm probably the only one who can see any resemblance whatsoever!
Talking of "class" - I do have a pic someone of the (in)famous "shagging dog" act but every time I look at it I hear myself saying "Jesus Christ, not again"
poshglasgow (June 1st, 2018)
I used to take off the "shagging Dog" regularly. Seriously, he was fucking Hot!
But then you are committed to doing it "doggy style" aren't you?
What happened to the Water Tank and the hot Swimmers???
Technically, although in the same premises, that wasn't "Throb", that was "Splash"
Did he wear the costume whilst mounting you?
I remember Jasper Carrott, in his book entitled "sweet and sour labrador" (I wonder if it's banned in Korea), called it 'humping' and in the book he tells of an embarrassing moment in his early twenties when, I think I'm right in recalling, he drove a fish and chip van to make ends meet. He entered into a relationship with a very posh girl who took him home to the family pile to meet mama and papa.
While they were sitting in the opulent lounge after lunch, there was a lull in the conversation as the dog sat up from its place in front of the fire place, stretched its neck to its full capacity and then turned it almost a hundred and eighty degrees before plunging it between its hind legs where it began to lick its balls. The lull continued as the family sat and watched this display of canine dexterity. It was then that jasper, unnerved by the silence, piped up with, "My goodness, I wish I could do that," to which mama (all tweed and pearls) replied, "If you give it a biscuit, Jasper, I daresay it will let you!"
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