Next, at 2.00am he was driven to Stringfellows lapdancing club. “He went bananas, shouting nonsense and dancing like Peter Crouch before kicking off when asked to leave," the Sun quoted an insider as saying. At 3.35am bouncers hustled him from the premises after a reported bust-up, exposing his tattooed torso as they muscle him to his car.
Grim-faced security guards battled to get him into his car as he staggered in the street. By 3.45am he is dazed and sitting in the car until finally, at 4.00am he falls into the street outside his hotel, giggling and with his jacket unbuttoned. And at 11.50am Sutherland was spotted sitting outside, recovering with a ciggie.