When you make underwear ads with the voracious relentlessness that Victoria’s Secret do, it must get quite difficult coming up with new concepts. “Shall we take them to a nice beach on a sunny day and let them roll around in the sand a bit?” “Err, I think we did that this morning.” “Oh yeah. Balls.”
This time, to mix things up a bit, they went to a big old ship. Admittedly, it was a big old ship next to a nice beach and it was a sunny day – but one step at a time, eh?
Lima was brave in the wall
Here comes a story from our childhood about ships with a good moral at the end:
When FHM was in Year 6, we went on a school trip to the Isle of Wight. We stopped at Portsmouth on the way, divided into two groups, and visited some old ships. One group went to the impressive-looking 100-gun HMS Victory. The other group – which we were in – went to the Mary Rose. Or rather, we went into a weird building to watch men in spacesuits hosing down some shards of wood. The moral of this story is: if you ever go to Portsmouth and fancy visiting an old warship, ignore your teacher telling you they’re both good and go to the one that is actually a ship rather than the one that is a little bit of wood kept miles away from visitors behind a glass wall that has to be kept wet at all times because that’s quite a rubbish thing to look at, really.
Honey bath was heavenly