GENTLEMEN’S CLUB
Written by James Ward
There are several depressing things about this advert on the side of a telephone box on Foley Street, but the thing I find most depressing is where it says to phone the number to arrange “VIP collection from this location”. What a miserable spectacle. A man, or group of men, standing on a rainy street corner in Central London waiting for “VIP collection”. If you are standing on a street corner, waiting for a car from a strip club to come and pick you up, you are not a very important person.
It’s odd that they don’t say “Delicious food served” or something like that, but rather say specify that “Steaks, seafood and pasta” are available. “I’m hungry and want to pay to see naked women. I’ll go to Spearmint Rhino, BUT ONLY IF THEY SERVE PASTA”.
What’s a “full bar”? Not just a champagne bar? They keep all the bottles topped up? Full of people so it takes ages to get served?
Not only do they serve pasta etc. but they serve it DAY AND NIGHT. Is Spearmint Rhino THE place to go in London for late night pasta?
My favourite thing about these is that they seem to aimed at people too lazy to open phone booth doors – that they might intercept someone looking for postcard-courted-sex and convince them they want stripping over seafood instead.
(Additional poor placement points – I think I can see the edge of my primary school in this picture.)
Your primary school? How old are you?