Have You Heard the One About Kiefer Sutherland and the London Strip Club?
Tax Day is stressful. You park yourself at the computer at 9 a.m., wait for your assistant to find your W-2s, spend five hours navigating the H&R Block website and burn through another hour or so troubleshooting with a consultant outsourced in India. Throw in a few smoke breaks and lunch at a four-star restaurant and your day is shot. So how do you celebrate your Tax Night? If you're Kiefer Sutherland, by raising hell at a London strip club.
According to The Sun, Kieferland jump started his night at the Covent Gardens Hotel bar, where he allegedly consumed over five glasses of wine before moving onto the Stringfellows strip club well after midnight. At this point, witnesses claim that the 24 star lapsed into drunken, very un-Jack Bauer-like madness: "He went bananas, shouting nonsense and dancing like Peter Crouch* before kicking off when asked to leave."
The rest of the night, according to The Sun:
3:35 AM: Bouncers hustle him from the premises after a reported bust-up, exposing his tattooed torso as they muscle him to his car.
3:36 AM: Grim-faced security guards finally seem to have him under control.
3:40 AM: The battle to pour him into his motor continues as the actor staggers in the street.
3:45 AM: The dazed dad of one sits in the car until finally, at 4:00am: He falls into the street outside his hotel, giggling and with his jacket unbuttoned.
11:50 AM: Sutherland sits outside, recovering with a ciggie.
Sutherland was in town to promote his new film Twelve, which, by all accounts, would drive anyone a little crazy.
*Peter Crouch is an English "footballer" known for a signature robotic dance performed after scoring a goal.