Hen dos, stag dos and house parties across Belfast and Northern Ireland. He turns up with the costumes and the cheek, and leaves with nothing but his ankle tag.
★ Belfast's most-booked
His signature characters, each a slow build to the same filthy finish. Want something custom? He's all ears (and not much else).
Things get hot, fast. He comes to put the fire out and ends up stoking it. Full uniform on arrival, considerably less on exit. Mind the hose.
He's here to check your pulse, then send it through the roof. Bedside manner: filthy. Qualifications: none whatsoever. Gloves on, uniform off, the lot.
Trackies, swagger and absolutely no shame. Hard as nails until the tracksuit hits the floor, then it's the full Monty and then some. Pure Belfast.
His most committed act, and his least dressed. Jumpsuit half off, warpaint smeared, barricaded in and refusing to come quietly. Filthy in every sense. (Relax, it's chocolate.)
Got a theme, a dare or a very specific request? Eggy does custom, and he's filthier than you'd dare ask. Within reason. Mostly. Go on, try and make him blush.
Hen do or stag do, Eggy swings both ways. Whatever the excuse, he's the filthiest part of the night and the only bit anyone remembers at brunch.
The bride wanted something tasteful. She's getting Eggy. One last filthy fling before the ring, and a hen do in Belfast she'll deny to her dying day.
Male stripper for hen parties →Yes, stag dos too. Nothing breaks a groom like Eggy in a thong, an inch from his face, doing the worm. The lads will never look him in the eye again.
Stag party wind-ups →30, 40, 50, makes no odds. Nothing says happy birthday like a half-naked stranger grinding to ABBA while your maw pretends to be appalled.
Divorce dos, leaving dos, just-because dos. If there's drink, a doorway and a crowd that fancies a laugh, Eggy will get his kit off for it.
Any eejit can get his kit off. Far fewer can read a room, keep it filthy without making it weird, and leave the whole party screaming for more.
All the filth, none of the cowboy. Fully insured, always on time, brings his own kit and clears up after himself. Properly professional under all that.
Belfast born and bred, and he'll get his kit off anywhere in Northern Ireland: Lisburn, Bangor, Derry, Newtownabbey, the lot.
Half the act is the laugh. He never makes it seedy, never makes it cringe, just leaves the room howling and the guest of honour scarlet.
Nan-friendly tease or full filth, you set the dial before he arrives. He'll take it as far as you want, and not an inch further.
A wee taste of the carnage. Book him for the full show.
Don't just take his word for it.
"Booked him for my sister's hen. The bride hasn't stopped talking about it and the mother-in-law asked for his number. Absolute scenes."
"Got him for the lads as a wind-up at the stag. The groom genuinely screamed. Best money we spent all weekend, no contest."
"Turned up as a firefighter, left as a legend. My nan tried to propose. Ten out of ten, would let him ruin another party."
Fill this in or just message him. He's quick to reply and won't bite (unless that's the theme). Dates go fast, especially Saturdays.
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