Signal

Signal has been serving up quick roots and seedy sessions for as long as Boy George has been fat.

Hidden two floors above the Tool Shed on Oxford Street, Signal is as dry a cruising joint as an Arrow Root biscuit, but pulls in plenty of hot trade. The benefit of having a back entrance to the venue means plenty of curious guys duck in for a quick 'how's your father' during lunch time and straight after work.

Saturday nights are a bit of a train wreck in the way that drunk (and often hot) fellas use Signal as a plan B if they have failed to pull in a root at the club they just paid $25 for entry at.

Plenty of rooms, booths, glory holes and two porn rooms makes Signal cheap, but not so nasty.

Oh did we mention that on Monday nights if you whip it out and prove you size up 8 inches plus, you get in for free.