Day 13: Ann Summers, the World Cup & Me
"Fústar in Sex Shop Endorsement Shocker!!�?
…er, well not quite…but I have – believe it or not – had an indirect hand in the current Ann Summers World Cup Campaign.
Back in April a member of the Ann Summers design team contacted me to ask if I could put her in touch with Roy of the Rovers artist David Sque (who I had interviewed in March). This I did and thought no more about it till yesterday afternoon when – while marching down Cruise’s St – I spotted the inimitable artwork of the mighty Mr. Sque adorning the Ann Summers window.
I didn’t pause too long to study the piece in question (for fear of being spotted by the local parish priest…lord save us) but I think it was a pastiche of the famous photo of Bobby Moore (sitting on his team-mate’s shoulders) lofting the Jules Rimet Trophy in ‘66. Bobby had been replaced, I believe, by a giant bunny…or Hugh Hefner…
What Ann Summers (purveyors of Hen Night novelties, Thai love beads, and…er ‘cock rub’) actually have to do with the World Cup is anyone’s guess, but it was a pleasant surprise to see a new illustration by David all the same.
Update: Denise Baggett from Ann Summers was kind enough to send me a jpeg of the poster in question. See here. I believe the 'rabbit' connection has to do with…ahem…a brand of sex toy. Be the hokey…
Portugal 2 Mexico 1
Angola 1 Iran 1
Holland 0 Argentina 0
Ivory Coast 3 Serbia & Montenegro 2
[tags]Ann Summers, World Cup, David Sque, Roy of the Rovers, Booby Moore[/tags]
June 21, 2006
12 responses to Day 13: Ann Summers, the World Cup & Me
Denise Baggett from Ann Summers was kind enough to send me a jpeg of the poster in question.
That was quick.
‘Twas indeed, Dick.
It’s not merely fun and games in Ann Summers HQ. They toil long and hard (ooer) to bring edible underwear – and the like – to ‘high street’ consumers.
This is the Best Thing Ever.
Careful now, Simon.
There’s nothing worse than finding you’ve run out of cock rub.
“Damn”, you say, “I’ve run out of cock rub. I’d better pop down the shops, innit.”
I expect “Wingless Wonders” and “Flat Back Four” will soon make an appearance, says she pretending to know something about football.
I know you were a two jar a week man at one stage Copernicus.
They should really change the name to “Gentleman’s Cock Rub”, for that tautological Victorian feel.
That last bit wasn’t meant to be a product tag line, it just came out like that. Ooer.
I find that Swarfega makes a fine substitute when ones “cock rub” supplies are running low.
Nice try blankpaige…
In fairness, you still sound more convincing than many pundits, so don’t give up.
Great name for a blog, btw, Cock Rub. Great name for most blogs.
I’ve heard of bark rubbing. Is there a link?