Death, Taxes, and the Axe

There are very few certainties left in the world. Death, taxes, and a mindless and utterly unsubstantiated comment from dessertclub are three of them. The Olde Axe and the girls who work there is the forth.

You simply don't get dances like this elsewhere in the UK. It is more up close and hands on than I have experienced at any other UK venue aside from a particularly intense outlier at the Honeypot a few years ago. If you want fun you can rely on there is nowhere quite like it, although admittedly I've not fully explored the nearby alternatives.

The Axe is in the form of a long and skinny typical London pub, with a bar stretching down the right hand side and a combination of girls seating and a pole on the left. Discussions regarding dances take place rather awkwardly on bar stools and a few comfier seats sandwiched around the entrance and the obligatory fruit machine. The dances themselves take place in a small room at the far end and what they lack in privacy they make up for in hands on enthusiasm. The Axe maintains the quaint / highly irritating custom of £1 pint glass donations for pole dancers, and the slightly over a fiver drinks prices ensure that you have plenty of change to cover the tax.