Because apparently people want to know.
So, let’s hear about those Scotsman.
If you thought Thailand was wild, wait until you see the British “crumpet trick”…
::shudder::
I can tell you that in Soho, in the early 1990s, they serve you one crappy drink and then try to threaten you into paying £95 for it.
I almost got into a fist fight with the “enforcer” after calling his bluff and telling him I’d LOVE to have the police called, yes.
Fun times.
As mentioned in the original thread, in your average Strip Club the girls come round with a pint glass before they dance and everyone is expected to put a quid in it.
It means the dance can go on without being interrupted by some lecherous drunk bloke pawing at the stripper.
Of course the knock-on benefit (for the club) of this is that you need to have a large supply of pound coins, meaning that you need to buy stuff from the bar regularly in order to get change.
If you want a private dance then thats a seperate fee paid for up front.
I couldn’t tell you what happens in the really classy places - i’ve never been wealthy enough to go. 
Those are the clubs set up to trap furriners and country bumpkins.
I am prepared to be amused if this thread putts along for a while and then drifts away without adding any substantive information to that already posted in the linked pre-thread, i.e., pint glass at the low-scale bars, 5 lb. notes at the upscale joints.
However, by all means, if there is more information than that, let’s hear it.
Well a private lap dance will set you back about 15 quid.
What if you try and slip them a Euro?
My stag night (batchelor party) was at one of these places, in Shoreditch. It was a former sports bar that hadn’t even been converted - they still had the big screen and everything, but a few poles added.
The girls stripping were too far away from the tables to put fivers in anything, though they did come around and try to sit on our laps (we declined, and they got shirty). There was lots of faked masturbation, and ‘private dances’ that cost about £15 were held at a table with a pole on it, with the customer sitting below, with very strict no-touching rules.
The whole place smelled very badly of unwashed front-bottom, and it was totally un-erotic.
And my brother got run over by a car on the way out, because he’d spotted a 24-hour donut shop over the road and, having a Homer Simpson moment, stepped out in front of an illegal taxi.
I wouldn’t be surprised. But I felt a crying need in the pit thread that need to be addressed. And you know…light one candle…
Plus I’m still hoping to here about the Scotsmen.
I don’t normally take the piss out of cross-cultural misunderstandings, but jeez - those 5 lb. notes would really wear a hole in your pocket! 
Is that what they call it over there?
The smallest euro note is 5 € .
Just to be awkward, we do have £1 (one pound) notes in Scotland. I can’t help you about the strip joints though. Very sheltered Celyn, me.
I hope this had a happy ending, because I must admit I laughed out loud at the mental image.
So why not just find out the standard tip in every country? How about Findland? Do you have to tip more because it’s so damn cold?
Ahh…I wondered why the Scots retained the pound note…it’s because they’re too cheap to tip the strippers a fiver. 
Probably way off topic, but I was curious if anyone was familiar with the play Kilt ?
I think that may have been kidchameleon’s point. :eek:
Homer: What do they do? What <I>don’t</I> they do? [laughs] Oh, they do so many things they never stop. Oh, the things they do there, my stars.
Lisa: You don’t know what they do there, do you?
Homer: Not as such, no.