Our local pub has dancers and we watch them when we visit. Can't say they're particularly good, even when it's pay day and there's money being spent at the bar. Milady says she wouldn't miss them if they left, but I guess it's something to watch.

Of course, as we're all honest, God-fearing Aussies, the girls have to wear pasties and a thong because we don't want to upset the uptight bastards on the Shire council. As if a few bouncing nipples would somehow leak out of the pub, float across town to the expensive places where they live and...... and what? Poke them in the eye?