"Tell me who's that knocking at the knocking shop door tonight?"
A quiet venture today, with a late start drink wise, as the evening promised to be interesting. So, just a couple of pints warm up watching the mighty Man Utd cruise along.
Now, never being afraid to venture where other beerhounds fear to tread, I have been to all sorts of venues over the years. However, Saturday night was a first for me. It’s not everyday you get an invite to a brothel party. Well I don’t anyway. Having never been to a knocking shop before, the sociologist in me was curious to see the human zoo that patronise these establishments, both as customer and service provider. With the number of Camra types who I’ve discovered frequent these places, I’m surprised there isn’t a campaign for real ale in brothels! Anyway, a regular at such a place invited me along as his guest on the understanding that I would be merely an observer. Admittedly, apart from scientific curiosity, the lure of a free bar and buffet was a major consideration. Apart from an invitation to a Conservative fund raiser, it would be rude to refuse such an offer.
Notorious Girls are located about half a mile from the centre of Bury. It was a smart, large, building that seemed more like a gentleman’s club, rather than the stereotype knocking shop that perhaps I was expecting. Champagne was immediately forthcoming on entry, and a menu of available girls was presented for our delectation. Too wary (and too embarrassed), to admit I was only there for the booze and buffet; I managed to duck that challenge, and was admitted to the main party area. Here we were greeted by pounding music, and a surprisingly well stocked bar. Oh, and lots of top totty looking girls in various skimpy outfits. It has to be said, there certainly was a lot of eye candy around. Slightly more than we are use to in the Trackside, anyway. The punters were a mix of ages, whilst the ladies (not all of whom were working there), tended to be younger students and/or the more seasoned professional types. Apparently, these things go on till 4am. But, as my companion disappeared with his chosen escort, it became clear that I was the only non-punter there (my Asda shopping may have given me away), so I made my excuses and left.
An eye opener, in more ways than one. Don’t think the punting scene is for me, but I did say I’d pass the word for anyone who is interested. NG can be found at (http://www.notoriousgirls.co.uk/nghouse.asp) but remember there is no Camra discount-yet.