Good vibrations in store for erotica fans
Beneath it, the deluxe version of the world's best known sex toy, the Rampant Rabbit, looking not unlike a miniature version of Luke Skywalker's iridescent light sabre.
Nearby, batteries galore, guaranteeing more buzz for your buck. Welcome to the wonderful world of Ann Summers where inflatable toy-boys come in cans and where the theme song is Good Vibrations.
Yesterday, after throwing its doors open for the first time, the latest addition to the Summers chain gave birth to Cork Uncut. As curious shoppers clamoured to get in, a bikinied bunny babe, dressed to kill, but not against the chill, posed obligingly for photographers.
A woman made it to the top of the queue, in hot pursuit, three men. Nowhere in sight was Lord Mayor Colm Burke, despite his official diary marking him down to attend. Was it because the city's more conservative citizens had voiced their opposition, knickers in a twist? Or was it because the address on his diary marking was mysteriously, but not inappropriately, given as Princess and not Princes Street? "No, no," the lord mayor protested when asked, he was delayed at the airport and had come late, but better than not coming at all.
Those who did come seemed suitably impressed. Squeals of delight and squeals of laughter were heard in equal measure, with much lingering among the lingerie and much fingering of the erotica. Not for the faint-hearted the cordoned-off over-18s section with an array of implements that would not look out of place on a vegetable stall.
Elsewhere were packages of "Obey me Bondage for Beginners," "Inti Mate an intimate game for two, a VERY intimate game for more than two," or the hen night inflatable Arabic-looking head "Mustafa Shag." Foreplay dice, jelly handcuffs and the Big G guaranteed to hit the spot every time were part of the mix of games and gadgets not all for mention on a national broadsheet. For the men who like their wimmin in uniform, there were nurse's outfits capable of causing cardiac arrest and French maid costumes for room service.
For men who would like their own Rampant Rabbit don't be coy the word on the high street is the first such product sold yesterday was purchased by a member of the less fair sex. It seems sisters, that brothers are doin' it for themselves.
