I'm going to try to be as objective as I can here.
For the purposes of full disclosure, understand that I don't like strip clubs. I don't mind them. I don't object to them on any moralistic grounds, and I understand that a lot of guys and girls get a kick out of them that you can't get anywhere else, but they just aren't my thing. I don't much see the point in getting all wound up for nothing, and the thought of being in a room, knowing that all of my friends are... well, wound up... is a little disconcerting.
However, like many of my little forays into the seedy underbelly of the world, I was dragged to For Your Eyes Only by friends. It's all very well and good saying I don't see the point in it, but when it's a stag do, you don't have much choice. So anyway; here goes nothing.
For Your Eyes Only was an interesting experience for the awkward observer. A lot of the women were certainly lovely looking and, I guess they did their thing with enthusiasm and aplomb. The drinks were a little expensive, but not outrageously so, and the waitresses were great to talk to for the less interested among us.
Short review: If you like it, knock your self out. If you don't like it, don't go. If you don't like it and have to go, it's not the end of the world. Hug the bar, knock back a few drinks and make friends with the barstaff. read more