Nag’s head

Went there today and the girls were goegeous and friendly, only popped in for a pint and a look see. Will definitely go back.

A nice pub for males in need of hot naked girls showing the best they got on stage. Girls were amazingly hot the night I went there, I wonder if they are that hot the whole week!

I don’t normally frequent places that are full of w*nkers but given how drunk I was my visit to the Nag’s Head started off as a dare and ended up being a bit of a fun experience.
The rundown and grotty exterior gives you an East End Gangster feel as you walk in and pay the doorman £3 on a Friday night when I visited. Then the cliental (almost all male) hits you. The strippers were super hot. I mean amazing. I could not believe my eyes. I saw some pole dancing and moves that made my eyes boggle. I could not believe the quality as I got a round in for a reasonable four drinks for £15 and the bar even offered cashback which is a rarity these days.
There were rooms for private dancing and a pool table in the corner, a super size plasma screen with a fruit machine on the side. So just a bit of a pub, but with really, really hot strippers.

Well, we were already one hour behind schedule on our monopoly pub crawl, it was rainy and windy and we were thinking we’d go to the first and best pub we could find on whitechapel road. Then we walked past nag’s head. All the shutters were down and it looked extremely dodgy, you couldn’t even tell whether it was open or shut, but we were in a hurry and needed to get a move on. So we pushed at the door and were quite pleased when it opened.
Inside it was incredibly run-​down, rough and shabby, and the bar manager who was leaning against the bar looked at us ominously as we walked in (well, in fairness to him, maybe anyone would treat pre-​noon drinkers with a measure of scepticism). And of course, the roughly hewn, makeshift, unpainted stage with the dancing pole just added to the seediness of the place.
In our group was this guy dressed as santa claus. He really wanted to do a little pole dance in honour of the monopoly pub crawl, but disappointingly the bar manager would have none of it. Maybe he had a bad sense of humour. How could you not want to see santa claus pole dance!