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"I'll ruin this fucking club"

Sting came into the strip club where I work. I didn't speak to him, though I did see him and he wasn't up to dress code (shorts, flip-flops [who the fuck wears flip-flops in a strip club?]), but he's Sting, and celebrities can be good for business. He went into a private room with some of the dancers. Some of the waitresses were complaining about him; asking for comps, not tipping, being grabby, etc. Then a few of the dancers complained. The GM had heard enough. He confronted him and Sting threw a hissy fit. GM told him he had to leave. Sting starts leaving but is throwing out standard celebrity threats, "I'll ruin this fucking club", "I'm going to tell everyone how I was treated here", etc. As Sting neared the exit, the GM waited for just the right second to have the last word and yelled, "Stay the fuck out of my club, I don't care if you are Rod Stewart!". I like to think, of all the things you could say to a egotistical celebrity, misidentifying him has to hurt the worst. I loved that GM.
3 Comments
JB
John Bigbootay
21 August 00:52am

I heard from a friend, another strip club story actually. This one in Austin, TX decade ago. The strippers from the club all called him "Stink". Apparently he stunk to high heaven, was into some kind of lifestyle fad at the time involving not using soap or some such pretentious horses**t.

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Rick
4 September 20:34pm

How does this story rate an okay?

KB
Kit Buchdahl
20 March 12:58pm

Sting was in his first term at Warwick University,I believe in1970, and both of us had recently turned 19 years old and we were both studying English Literature. A rather, clever, fierce, trendy, Australian bluestocking called Germaine Greer was amongst our lecturers. Sting had spent the whole first term doing zilch on the course and decided to run that Autumn term through before leaving. His singular task was to practice his song-writing skills, with his voice and guitar. Perchance he tried some songs on me and I found them all a bit drippy. Mind you I was even more useless because my self-conscious quest to find a girl friend shattered my ability to concentrate and make progress, no matter how hard I tried.