Last month I went on holiday to Majorca, which is one of my favourite places to visit – beautiful beaches, our favourite restaurants, and my favourite cocktail bar with a host to die for. Here he is.
His name’s Guapo and he’s a sweetheart. He also knows all his best angles for photographs, something I have never quite mastered.
While I was there I saw a rack of these in a shop and couldn’t resist buying one.
It wasn’t the largest, nor was it the smallest. In fact, it was just right.
When I went to buy it, I handed it straight to the cashier, who promptly burst out laughing. Apparently every other woman who’s bought one has put everything else on the counter first and then surreptitiously placed it off to the side: “Oh, and, er, there’s also, um, this…” (blushing bright red).
OK, I admit I’m probably harder to embarrass with sex-related props than others, but come on. If you’re going to buy the thing, own it! Why twitch over buying something the shop will have sold a million times before?