We all do things that we are ashamed of and I suppose I would need more room than this column to tell you about some of my misdemeanours, that is if you were interested and I am guessing that most wouldn’t be.

But that is not the case when it comes to celebrities and in particular
politicians, especially in an election year.

Talk about mud raking. I watched Question Time the other day and both sides of the fence were at it hammer and tongs.

I thought the Speaker was going to burst a blood vessel trying to keep the schoolyard under control.

Of course I am alluding to the Rudd “strippergate” episode that has floated to the top of the election swill.

I am quite surprised at the reaction of some of the letter writers to the Daily in regard to, “now we can’t vote for Kevin because he has been in a strip club five years ago”.

It is a fairly righteous approach and in my opinion the general population should be a little bit wary of a Holier than Thou approach of some.

Now getting back to me and strippers, I class them the same as a bullfight, I wouldn’t walk across the road for either, but plenty of people would.

My reasoning is that I feel the objects at the centre of attention are being exploited and I have stronger views about the bulls than the strippers because at least the strippers have a choice.

I would never ever go to bullfight but I have been to strip club many years ago in Adelaide, because, yes, the people with me wanted to go, so I tagged along.

No I wasn’t ashamed of myself, not initially anyway, but I was more worried about the fact that the stubbies were grossly over priced than what was going on out the front.

This week I’ve been thinking about morality since Kevin got into trouble.
I had convinced myself that I only had that one indiscretion in the stripper department but after a great deal of soul searching I dredged up a few more which put me in no position to make judgments on anything or anyone.

Firstly I cast my mind back to when I was playing football and some genius decided to have beer, prawn and stripper night in an industrial shed as a fundraiser for a trip away.

Because it was not something that I was that comfortable with, I thought I would stand on the door and take the money, (can you make sense of that, I then looked like the organiser).

Anyway it was all going okay until a chap turned up at the door and declared that he was from the church.

I quickly tried to deny association with what was going on until he explained he just wanted to come in.

We later took him on a tour of the pubs and clubs of the area and a few years later he left the church.

I hope it had nothing to do with that night or I really would be ashamed.
Then a few years later while running a hotel we were offered the chance to book the Penthouse Pets touring show.

I had the bright idea to do a bikini parade in the afternoon in the beer garden to promote the show.

That was okay until the lunatic MC asked the crowd did they want the girls to take their tops off, which stopped traffic in both directions.

I must say looking back at that, I am a little ashamed.

Of course while working in the hospitality industry there were plenty of touring men’s and women’s shows that promote themselves as strip shows and were popular then and they still are today.

Of course it isn’t full nudity but there is not much left to the imagination.
If I had my time over I wouldn’t have done it or do it now but there are plenty of places that do and here’s the thing.

They do it because there is a market there in both men and women and in my experience you would be surprised at who goes along and how some of them behave.

They usually don’t have raincoats on with their hands in their pockets either.
So I guess in Kevin’s case, he or she who has no sin should cast the first stone?