What can the modern man possibly say about this affront to the female species? Nothing except blow a great big lecherous raspberry and shout "wah-hey missus"!
The title initially showed itself on Commodore's dead donkey, the CDTV. Now it is back to... erm, do something to us on the CD32.
Basically you play poker against one of eight naughty girlies who you will have seen before somewhere along the line, probably as you have surreptitiously scanned the top shelf of your local newsagent, under the guise of buying your copy of AC.
Among the stars to grace the seedy screens of this sticky little CD is the one and only Sun favourite "double-barrelled" Whittaker.
Now, of the eight sirens of the striptease, four do the do via digitised photos, while the other four strip using full motion video, all be it in black and white - à la what the butler saw.
But I suppose I should at least explain fully how you get to make these screen sirens strip for your titillation. Basically you have to take them on at poker, with the young lady in question taking the role of the bank. On the whole she is not too hard to beat into a state of naked vulnerability, which is the main problem with the game. OK, maybe many moons ago I might have found this marginally more interesting than the lingerie pages in my myum's Gratton's catalogue, but not now.
Strip Poker might raise the odd chuckle for about five minutes, then after that it is a bit of a bore, albeit boring in four different digitised languages. Would anyone outside the puberty really pay this kind of money for this kind of sad product?