Having grown-up with such highbrow comedy as Benny Hill and the Carry On films, I’m in no way averse to a cheeky bit of insinuation or the occasional double entendre. Far from it in fact, I am English after all.
Yet after years of chuckling furtively at barely concealed references to genitalia and sexual intercourse, my search for the ultimate innuendo may well have reached its zenith — yes, climax even. The mischievous little gem unearthed in a small shop in suburban Tokyo of all places.
A find that leads me to believe that last year’s ban on the sale of used underwear may well have been withdrawn.