“In olden days, a glimpse of stocking

Was looked on as something shocking.

But now, God knows,

Anything goes.”

‘Anything Goes’ by Cole Porter

Ever since Ray Davies of the Kinks wrote in his 1970 gender-bending hit ‘Lola’, “Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand why she walks like a woman and talks like a man” anything goes indeed! And today, in modern, sexy Britain, nothing is unacceptable, beyond the pale, or over the top. Girls can be boys, men can get pregnant and women with actual fannys no longer exist. You can basically be anything you say you are – by simply declaring it. At the drop of a hat, one may become; Chinese, a hermaphrodite, a mustached walrus, a hand-drawn cartoon character, or even one’s favourite root vegetable.

Please, God. No!

There is, however, one remaining taboo. Something so shocking, so bestial, so inhuman that even the British wouldn’t go there – until now. What is this unmentionable, monstrous thing so hideous that it must be concealed from all humanity?…

…Men’s lingerie.

Euuurghhhh.

Men’s lingerie. I can’t even try to imagine it. My brain simply will not process the imagery…

A hairy-backed, bearded man in a black lace bustier and sheer panties. Nope. Literally can’t picture it.

A fat builder wearing a red silky satin chemise. Uh-uh. Doesn’t exist in my mind.

A sweaty rugby player in a strapless bra and crotchless G-string. Hmmm, come to think of it…

Wink wink!