Pole dancing in Portnahaven

It's not often that you get a phone call asking you to pop into the Co-op, find a man with a grey jacket and stick-y out ears buying juice, ans him if his name is Findley and if it is, to give him a dress and a wig. Only here. I don't believe these thing happen in the 'real' world. Although maybe they should, it makes life a little more interesting.
Anyhow, the purpose of this was because of a fancy dress (belated Christmas) party being held by the swimming club. My friends (who were visiting) and I went as the highly unpolitically correct 'Three Blind Mice' from Dr No. The evening culminated in the above shennanigans, and no, your eyes do not fail you, that's a pole in Jack's sitting room, it's there all the time, for dancing. (This makes Jack sound like some kind of Hugh Hefner, which I can assure you he's not, it's probably holding the ceiling up) The strangest thing is that Jack's house is not the only house here I've seen with a pole in the living room...