It’s taken two and a half years, but I am now officially on nodding terms with all the bouncers at the strip club downstairs.

The last guy was a real challenge. He was a short but stocky Italian man, always well dressed. He would not make eye contact for the longest time. But as I walked past tonight, I slowed my gait and our eyes finally met. I bowed my head and he gave me a nod. The adrenaline rush was amazing.

I have never spoken to any and don’t know any of their names. There are seven in total. I think I prefer it that way.