Conceal your amazement, but I've always had a fairly puerile sense of humour. I sometimes wonder whether as a child I fell asleep in front of "Carry On Loving" and subliminally became hooked on smut. Or it could just be that I was born that way. No innuendo is too vile, no double meaning too crass for me. You may have worked that out already from previous entries (err... that's what she said?).
So, you tell me: all these three business premises are a very, very short walk from my flat. Am I alone in finding them incredibly suggestive?