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If you weren't on their 'hit list', you could probably dance naked on the tables. The Old Bill were notoriously badly behaved.
At one time, I worked the door / took yer 50p entry money at the Windsor Castle on the Harrow Rd. We had a big bar upstairs that most of the punters never knew about as it was invite only after hours. It was occasionally used for functions / parties, including the 'Secret Policeman's Ball' every Christmas. I thought the PC's bash was wild, it paled in insignificance compared to the Officers do - raffling off ladies of the night, to then have sex on the pool table in the middle of the floor was an eye opener.
I'll take this opportunity to apologize for all those crude, unsympathetic songs we sang to your Brother's located further north in the country. I now cringe at the thought of waving wads of money at them.
...and as for strippers, Village Inn, Wembley High Rd. Get in about 11.45am on a Saturday, two pints and an eyeful before heading down to Hanger Lane on the way to Loftus Road.
Lots of drinking clubs all over west and north London, some for working men, others frequented by non working men. I liked The Met Club, Wembley Park (supposed to be for Met Line workers), Hendon Working Men's Club, Cricklewood Railway Club, The Sombrero on Wembley High Rd, though it really catered for petty criminals, alcoholics and ticket touts and ..well, anywhere that didn't close, shut down for the afternoon really - suppose you'd have to be over 55 to remember those days.
....the passing of Tony Slattery. Not really my type of comedian, but ok. He was a quick witted kid, used some of the local pubs, knew a few blokes I palled around with, before the fame etc.
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