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Category: PRIORITIES.... Parties and Nightlife
is the autobiography of Peter Stringfellow...
Those of you who've heard of Stringfellow, probably won't need much more introduction..
For those of you who haven't, this picture probably tells you everything you need to know about the man...
Basically, he runs (and has run) a whole series of big and influential nightclubs, has been known to swan in a thong and runs a serious sex habit (even funerals turn him on)
He also makes a shitload of money...
A BARE FACED COCK???
OBVIOUSLY...
But an entertaining and inherently optimistic one, who's ambition and achievements are the kind that deserve more respect than they get - not least because he's willing to make a fool of himself...
So, I'm enjoying this book.
It has a very nice pace to it, and provides something of a history of the evolution and development of nightclubs in the UK and The States without getting all technical and cold...
Yes boss, it starts with Stringers putting on The Beatles in Sheffield, procedes through The Millionaire in Manchester and The Hippodrome in Piccadily, to his outposts in Miami and Beverly Hills...
Of course it's as interesting for what's been left out as what's in, but what is there is certainly worth a few quotes, starting with this one....
'One night a man brought a big frog into the club and sat it on the bar with a cigarette in it's mouth. He was one of the 'connected' Italian boys with a warped sense of humour. He thought the whole thing was hilarious. Frizzby was heartbroken, of course. I didn't find it particularly funny either and so I asked him to take the cigarette out of its mouth. As he was leaving, Frizzby pleaded with me to take the frog away from him. The Italian was cool: 'Hey, you want the frog, you have it.' Frizzby and I were going out that night, so the last thing we needed was a bloody great frog. She wanted to release it in Central Park, but we didn't have the time. Curtis wasn't around that night so I had to pay another limo driver $100 to take the frog into Central Park and put it into the pond. Frizzby insisted on taking the guys phone number. Two hours later she called him on his mobile to check he'd taken the frog. 'Yes, ma'm, I took the frog. I parked the car and walked to the pond and let him go' I'd been in New York a lot longer than frizzby, and I didn't know one limo driver who would go to Central Park, walk to the pond and release a frog after taking a $100 cash advance. I thought it wise not to tell Frizzby just how far away the car park was from the pond.'
I for one would like to see more frogs smoking cigarettes in nightclubs...
Are they covered by the ban????
He also makes a shitload of money...
A BARE FACED COCK???
OBVIOUSLY...
But an entertaining and inherently optimistic one, who's ambition and achievements are the kind that deserve more respect than they get - not least because he's willing to make a fool of himself...
So, I'm enjoying this book.
It has a very nice pace to it, and provides something of a history of the evolution and development of nightclubs in the UK and The States without getting all technical and cold...
Yes boss, it starts with Stringers putting on The Beatles in Sheffield, procedes through The Millionaire in Manchester and The Hippodrome in Piccadily, to his outposts in Miami and Beverly Hills...
Of course it's as interesting for what's been left out as what's in, but what is there is certainly worth a few quotes, starting with this one....
'One night a man brought a big frog into the club and sat it on the bar with a cigarette in it's mouth. He was one of the 'connected' Italian boys with a warped sense of humour. He thought the whole thing was hilarious. Frizzby was heartbroken, of course. I didn't find it particularly funny either and so I asked him to take the cigarette out of its mouth. As he was leaving, Frizzby pleaded with me to take the frog away from him. The Italian was cool: 'Hey, you want the frog, you have it.' Frizzby and I were going out that night, so the last thing we needed was a bloody great frog. She wanted to release it in Central Park, but we didn't have the time. Curtis wasn't around that night so I had to pay another limo driver $100 to take the frog into Central Park and put it into the pond. Frizzby insisted on taking the guys phone number. Two hours later she called him on his mobile to check he'd taken the frog. 'Yes, ma'm, I took the frog. I parked the car and walked to the pond and let him go' I'd been in New York a lot longer than frizzby, and I didn't know one limo driver who would go to Central Park, walk to the pond and release a frog after taking a $100 cash advance. I thought it wise not to tell Frizzby just how far away the car park was from the pond.'
I for one would like to see more frogs smoking cigarettes in nightclubs...
Are they covered by the ban????
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