Sorry to lower the tone even further but I remember (not so fondly) Ann Summers setting up shop opposite the shop I worked in at the time. One lunch break I sidled over and purchased some crotch less knickers to try and rekindle the lust with DP (now ex DP). They didn’t work but at least the scratchy itchy lace wasn’t in contact enough with my fanjo to give me thrush. We all do mad things in our 20s.
The thought of them now show casing my butchers shop window after 3 kids makes me shudder.