Once again, Leslie aroused us at the crack of dawn. Over breakfast he made it quite clear that we are expected to vacate the premises fairly sharpish. Despite the rain and high winds, we were actually glad to get away from the old cunt.
After sorting out our room at the Vice President guest house in Sea Point, we had a snack and wandered around the shops. When we got to the cinema, we saw that we were in time to see the afternoon showing of Frankie and Johnny, starring Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeiffer. A great film.
During our wanderings, we noticed some posters outside a nightclub advertising a "Strip Extravaganza" to take place on the 25th February, amongst other days. Our evening's entertainment was organised there and then.
After our meal and a stroll around the seafront, we made our way nervously to the nightclub via a hotel that had a grotty bar, where we were able to get two bottles of beer for the price of one.
The nightclub was a good laugh. At 9.00, some "beer games" were played, organised by a rather irritating compère, whose speciality was racist and sexist jokes.
One of the games involved gulping down a shot of tequila before racing over to a stool and doing ten laps around it with one's head not leaving the stool. Olly was picked as a contestant and, with his eagerness to win, provided everyone with some top-class entertainment. The first thing he did after his laps was to fall straight on his backside. His next move was to sprint in entirely the wrong direction and collide with a table of drinks.
The stripping itself was OK. Both girls were pretty enough and the sight of them writhing around in a G-string was fairly pleasing to the eye. The second girl was incredibly supple, which added to the entertainment.
After sorting out our room at the Vice President guest house in Sea Point, we had a snack and wandered around the shops. When we got to the cinema, we saw that we were in time to see the afternoon showing of Frankie and Johnny, starring Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeiffer. A great film.
During our wanderings, we noticed some posters outside a nightclub advertising a "Strip Extravaganza" to take place on the 25th February, amongst other days. Our evening's entertainment was organised there and then.
After our meal and a stroll around the seafront, we made our way nervously to the nightclub via a hotel that had a grotty bar, where we were able to get two bottles of beer for the price of one.
The nightclub was a good laugh. At 9.00, some "beer games" were played, organised by a rather irritating compère, whose speciality was racist and sexist jokes.
One of the games involved gulping down a shot of tequila before racing over to a stool and doing ten laps around it with one's head not leaving the stool. Olly was picked as a contestant and, with his eagerness to win, provided everyone with some top-class entertainment. The first thing he did after his laps was to fall straight on his backside. His next move was to sprint in entirely the wrong direction and collide with a table of drinks.
The stripping itself was OK. Both girls were pretty enough and the sight of them writhing around in a G-string was fairly pleasing to the eye. The second girl was incredibly supple, which added to the entertainment.
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