If you crave more flesh than is available at the frequent public disrobing on the beach in the summer this is the place. Billed as a private members lap dancing club, it's small with obligatory red furnishings and lots of page–3–esque girls. There's a smart dress door policy – because trainers would lower the tone, obviously – and it costs a bloody fortune to get in. One kitty voucher – £10 – per girl per table dance and if it's quiet, the girls will hassle you till they've bled you dry. I said bled you dry by the way before you get excited.