I heard from a friend, another strip club story actually. This one in Austin, TX decade ago. The strippers from the club all called him "Stink". Apparently he stunk to high heaven, was into some kind of lifestyle fad at the time involving not using soap or some such pretentious horses**t.
How does this story rate an okay?
Sting was in his first term at Warwick University,I believe in1970, and both of us had recently turned 19 years old and we were both studying English Literature. A rather, clever, fierce, trendy, Australian bluestocking called Germaine Greer was amongst our lecturers. Sting had spent the whole first term doing zilch on the course and decided to run that Autumn term through before leaving. His singular task was to practice his song-writing skills, with his voice and guitar. Perchance he tried some songs on me and I found them all a bit drippy. Mind you I was even more useless because my self-conscious quest to find a girl friend shattered my ability to concentrate and make progress, no matter how hard I tried.