The Chipster Speaks

I’ve already had a pile of emails asking me about this blog and a lot more asking me to buy Viagra which I can tell you the Chipster doesn’t need. However, he does want to answer all of your questions and tell you more about my life as Wales’s top exotic dancer and thong collector. But in between anecdotes, I won’t have much to tell you. Life of a male stripper isn’t exactly a fun packed adventure 24/7. That’s why I also want to use this blog to comment on the day’s news.

Take this whole business about cash for questions. You’d think that it doesn’t have much to do with the world of professional thongaleering but you’d be wrong. Last year I was working a hen party in London when who should pop out of the crowd and stuff something down my g-string but Cherie Blair!

‘Come on big boy,’ she screamed. ‘Show us your stuff!’

Well, I’ve got use to that kind of demand and then ten pound notes that get thrust down my thong. What I didn't expect was to be given a promissory note for a seat in the House of Lords.

You’d think this story is a one off but a couple of weeks later, I was doing my usual spot at the Green Dragon Tavern here in Bangor when who walks up to me and tries to touch me up for a baronetcy but that bloody Ruth Turner! I had to tell here: the Chipster doesn’t wiggle his thong for no government.

Mine is an independent thong.