Not that I want a lapdance (it's rather like having a steak prepared in front of you but being forbidden to eat it), but it does seem to me that this is rather akin to the the ridiculousness that the EU provides whenever it decides it, say, wants to tell us what curvature our bananas can be.
I'm talking about the fruit, mind you.
One wonders what prompted this. Did someone want a promotion to be "Inspector of Lap Dances"?
Regards, Ivan
Jeepers... Thanks for the heads up!