No parking here....

Went into the city centre today with Amethyst, and apart from being extremely claustrophobic it wasn't too bad... well that was until we passed one of the many phone box adverts about certain "Gentlemen Clubs". This one had a blonde draped over a flesh colour sofa that bore, when looked at an angle, an uncanny resemblance to something else (best to leave it to the imagination folks, it's more fun that way).

Now I am no prude, and can appreciate art and beauty in the most unlikely places, but it was the comments from my daughter that had me thinking (after I had choked on my drink and the initial embarrassment had passed).

I won't related the conversation here (I can feel the embarrassment rising again) but suffice to say she had a point about the image portrayed. One such talking point was "do you get these girls scanned in at a till when you pay for them?", another was "Daddy can I learn to pole dance if it is for money?" (I did try to palm her off with the comment pole and lap dancing are the native dances to Poland and Lapland... didn't work though).

Thing is she thought it was no different to the images she sees day in and day out on the magazine shelves. "Why do girls want to do this?", she asked and as of yet I have left unanswered in full because personally, I have no idea....

What has this blip got to do with the story? Beggar all really....