And then, of course, there's Rod Stewart and the blonde. At Pete's bar, just off the paddock, Rod sings a stirring rendition of Maggie while young girls poured into leopard skin suits serve vodka and redbull by the barrel. Big assed Brazilian girls bump and grind and everywhere are eyes out on stalks in a voyeuristic fest of flesh on the prowl. Somewhere along the way, someone pinches the blonde's nipple and all hell breaks loose. The blonde is furious and inconsolable.
Rod calls a battalion of security guards and various suspects are escorted from the premises.
And still that won't do. Rod pats the blonde's breasts better, calls more security guards and more people are shown the door. A crucial line has been crossed, an unwritten etiquette breached. The blonde staggers off to the toilets, all tattoos and rippling cleavage, returning a good while later snorting like a horse. M Schumacher 107 2.