This shop in Soho certainly attracted the odd oeillade (‘A glance of the eye; a meaningful or knowing look, esp. an amorous look, an ogle’, OED).’ From our party, the odd glances or looks were not at the hunky man in chains (had he been real, it might have been a different kettle of poisson) nor for the bestockinged beauty (again, sadly for the boys, not real) nor even the objects of desire on display in the window. The meaningful looks (I don’t think any of us were actually ogling) were directed at the remote radio control of the clitoral stimulator. You could almost see the collective thought bubble of “What happens if the dog gets hold of it?”
Anyway, it was a fab night and big thanks and hugs to Birgit, Jonathan, Mo and Roger.
Day #236 of a 365 project, where the daily pic is informed by the OED word of the day.