I see that councillors will be deciding next week whether to allow the Peel pub to carry on with its striptease shows.
 

I’ve always found the idea of serious, shirt-and-tied councillors discussing such topics as pole dancing and lap dancing to be quite amusing.
 

“But is it really appropriate to be seeing ladies’ naughty bits in one of the borough’s establishments Mr Chairman?
 

Or “But will the pole used conform to the necessary health and safety standards councillor?”
 

Or even “Do we know if it will be a pound-in-the-pint-pot venue or will they be using the metric system?”
 

I remember, a few years ago now, entering the Peel with my then girlfriend purely for a drink and, for some reason, ending up in the back room.
 

I don’t know how this happened, honest guv. Honest I don’t.
 

In that shy-while-entering-an-unfamiliar-pub sort of way we approached the bar without looking properly at what was going on in the room.
 

So, when we turned round, and clocked some “dolly bird” (I love people who use those two words) writhing around on a wicker chair in front of about seven drooling old fellas, we made our excuses and left.
 

I’m not against that sort of thing. If adults want to perform that type of entertainment and adults want to watch I’ve no problem with it.
 

And I see, to date, the application has only had six objections, so maybe most people haven’t got a problem with “that sort of thing”
either.
 

I wonder what Sir Robert Peel himself would think about it all?