I think that Ann Summers is definatly losing it's touch. It used to be a bit of fun, a good girls night out without the lads.
But now it has turned into hard core porn.

I went to a party many moons ago (well 5 years ago) and I had a brill time. Lets face it girls we do like to have a good old chat about sex without the blokes. It is true when people say that a bunch of girls together is definatly worse than a group of boys. Hen night are far more entertaining then stag nights where the chaps just get drunk and throw up....

Anyway, back to the point. This party I went to, I do not think I have laughed so much in my whole life. It was both silly and great fun. One of the games we had to play was trying to blow up a balloon with a girlie partner with a pump between your knees and the balloon between partners knees. Well you can imagine the picture painted.....

It was ridiculous, but after a few glasses of red wine it is so funny and all that happens is you have a mass of woman giggling all over the floor. This was fine, ok not everyones cup of tea but all in the name of fun.

Then we had a fashion show trying on the undies. Hence, nobody had the courage to try the crutch-less knicks..
We did not care what we looked like. One of my friends who is a six 22 paraded around in stockings and sussies. all the lassies together having a laugh not caring as we had no-one to impress.

The next part of the evening was even funnier, the examination of the battery operated objects. OMG!!! Who invents these gadgets. There were rubber ones, glow in the dark ones, knobbly ones, 12 inch ones. The list is just so long (pardon pun)
I just could not believe some of the shapes and the different attatchments. If I was not at Ann summers I would have used one as a food blender!!!

That was it, the end of the evening. We all felt a bit naughty and cheeky and purchased little bits like flavoured condoms with fe
athers on the top and a silly thong for the other half.

Not now though, at the risk of sounding prudent, they are just crude and in your face. It is not just a bit of fun anymore, it is verging on pornographic. Ok nothing wrong in that for some. But it was the only place you could go where things were still kept within a certain degree of dignity. Just a bit of a laugh between partners.

The undies are expensive, itchy and tacky. The toys are, well, over the top and now they are classed as a shop for perves.

I really am not a prude, I like to have fun like the rest of us. I just think we should keep the smut behind closed doors and let Ann summers stay fun for those of us who just want a lark without being made to feel like strumpets....