Working in nightclubs, you learn that rules can sometimes be confused. Politeness and respect at times seem to be thrown out the window.
One of my pet hates is when someone butts in on a conversation. It usually happens when you’ve spent 10 minutes getting to the punchline or peak of your story and a stranger screams something in your face.
“You’re beautiful — photo, photo!” or, “I’m a hairdresser, I love your hair”.
When you bark at them for being so rude and interrupting, you’re often met with “I was just trying to be nice and you’re such a bitch”.
It’s all about manners, people. Even though we’ve had a couple of drinks, doesn’t mean we have to forget them.
I love being in a photo, but we need to be clear about a few things. If a showgirl has just gotten off stage, she’s less likely to want a photo. She’s probably dripping with sweat and needs to put herself together.
If you ask for a picture when she comes back, most will be happy to pose for you. When setting up the shot, remember, low arms. A high arm could see a bracelet or a watch tangled in a wig, ripping the wig to pieces.
Low arms ensure nothing can be caught and all involved leave happy and in one piece.
To all our straight girlfriends — I understand in many clubs around Sydney, a boozie straight girl is like gold to many boys. They often single you out from the herd and mount you at the first chance. In a gay club this doesn’t really work.
Nobody wants your drink spilt all over them while you dance crazily or barge through the crowd, knocking over whoever is in your path. Most don’t really care if you love gays and that it’s a waste that there are so many gorgeous men in here and none are looking at you.
It’s how a gay club works — boys look at boys, girls look at girls and straight men look at drag queens. It’s been like that for years.
Try to not forget everything your grandmother taught you. There are other people in the club trying to unwind, forget, pick up or even enjoy themselves. A little respect goes a long way.