Hi,
I met a man in Brisbane years ago. His father was mentioned in a Royal Commission as an organised criminal. (Not an efficient lawbreaker, but a member of an organised crime syndicate.) His name was Tony. Same as his father. Tony Jr was in the night club business legit. He was too smart for the crime business.
He told me a story. He opened a new night club in Brisbane, in the Valley. Didn't spend a cent on advertising, but the queues to get in on the first night of business stretched right around the block.
How did he do it? Well, Smart Tony (Big Tony's son) threw the best private party Brisbane had ever seen, two nights in a row before the opening night. And guess who was invited? Hairdressers. All the hip and happening hairdressers in Brisbane. They had a ball. And guess what they were talking about for days afterwards to those hip and happening girls trapped under their hairdryers? That's right: Smart Tony's new club.
And where do boys go? Where the girls gogo.
(This stuff is priceless. Tell your friends or they'll hate you.)
Cheers!
Michael Kiely
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