Brian's recollection reminds me of a couple of incidents that have happened to me along similar lines.
In the mid 80's I had been trying to get my foot in the door in the club scene, and I finally got a break and managed to secure a spot at a well known (at the time) club in Soho called Le Beat Route. The manager was a bit of a joker and hadn't really given me much information as to what happened on the various nights there!
I'd already completed two nights there, both of which had been pretty normal as far as the theme of the night etc; then on my first tuesday night as I was walking down the stairs to get into the club at the usual time of about 9.30pm I could sense that there were quite a few people already in the club whereas upto now it had always been empty whenever I had arrived at this time!
As I entered the club I realised it was packed and as I started walking across the dancefloor to get to the DJ booth, I could see that the club was absolutely heaving with girls and not a bloke in sight, but the weird thing was that many of the girls were giving me a very strange look
I walked into the DJ box and started sorting through my records, while all the time trying to work out wtf was going on when suddenly from behind me two huge blokes with barely a thread on between them burst out to a deafening roar from the girls!
It turned out that every tuesday night was a hen night with male strippers and no blokes were allowed in before midnight. Every week the place would be packed to the rafters and by midnight the girls were rampant and many of them... lets say, very eager to make acquaintances with the opposite sex

I fully expected loads of blokes to come steaming in after midnight yet hardly any blokes did and those that did were virtually raped! I told a load of my mates about it and they started coming down on a tuesday night and some of em have never stopped thanking me since
The other incident (you still awake at the back

) took place in Damascus in Syria a couple of years later. I was working with Juliana's at the time and they sent me on a four month contract to DJ at a club in the Damascus Sheraton. On my first day there the local sound engineer showed me around the DJ booth and showed me the controls for the lighting rig and the the sound etc and explained the nightly programme, which started off with a belly dancer, followed by an Arabic comedian or dance troop followed by a top Arabic singer and then the DJ would end the night, but he also explained that the DJ & sound engineer between them would operate the sound levels for the orchestra while the various performers were on stage and also the lighting rig. The lighting controller was pretty standard at the time and so I didn't take much notice when he was explaining it.
Later that night, I'm in place waiting for the start of the show, setup by the lighting rig ready to operate the lighting for the belly dancer who would start the show. I'd never seen a belly dancer in my life before and had no idea what to expect, I was about 22, so therefore a lot more easily exciteable
When the Lebanese belly dancer came out and started doing her thing, I was in a trance and just stared at her. I couldn't believe the way she was gyrating those hips

I was really getting into this when suddenly after the show had already been on a couple of minutes the lighting engineer called out to me that I was s'posed to be operating the lights! She had totally mesmerised me and I'd completely forgotten all about the lights!
The policy they had at this venue was to have a different belly dancer each week, one week she'd be from Egypt and the following week from Lebanon, then the next week from Egypt again then from Lebanon etc. The reason being that the older Arab blokes loved the girls to be full and well rounded, this was the Egyptian style. While the younger Arab blokes liked the more western style of beauty, meaning much slimmer/perfect body and pretty face which was the style of the belly dancers from Lebanon. I always enjoyed the Lebanese week much more than the Egyptian week