A quick trip to the butchers to pick up something for dinner and I was doing my best to avoid joining the conversation between the butcher, The Boyfriend, and the other man in the shop (everyone talks to each other here, small town charm). I looked around for something to distract me and lo and behold…
Woohoo!!! A poster for Chippendales right there in the butchers. What a strange place to advertise the oiled up gyrating, banana hammock wearing man revue.
I was just about to make a tasteless joke (I’ll let you use your imagination) but thought better of it. I apologise.
And how much are you loving the name of the club…
Awesome 80’s goodness. Chippendales live at Le Jungle!
And it’s not even my birthday (yet!).
Sorry the picture is not better quality. I was trying to snap the photo as quickly as possible. The butcher and The Boyfriend were staring at me like I have some sort of mental illness.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I didn’t get to go. Not that I’d want to. I’m just saying.
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