It was one of those perfect autumnal days. The sun shone brightly and the sky was a brilliant shade of optimistic blue. Small dogs paraded in coats from their transitional A/W15 wardrobe, their paws scuffling among the dry autumn leaves, and as I strode down Monmouth Street I could feel a change in the air. It was time to buy some new lube.
Some people just can’t get enough lube. We all know a lube enthusiast, that one friend who lashes it on like a human Slip ‘n’ Slide before any sexual encounter. You know they’ve got a cash and carry-sized pump-action dispenser beside the bed, because they’ve told you so on more than one occasion. Well, for the record, I’m not one of those people.