Now, I may not be the best person to review Clone Zone. For a start, I am often prudish enough to make the community in Arthur Miller's The Crucible look like a bunch of hen-party wastrels. I am also not a member of the gay male community, for which this shop largely caters. However, when I popped in with Irish Friend, who was looking for 'something special' for his boyfriend's birthday, I was astounded by the amount of (naughty) stock this place has on offer.
The moment we walked in, Irish Friend was absolutely in his element. "Oh, B!" he cried "Wouldya look at all the butt plugs" I at this point had my chin buried in my scarf and mumbled "mmmmm! 'Citing!" whilst perusing the man-pants and blushing widly. The sales assistant (bloody gorgeous btw) spotted my prudish Northern blush and took me under his wing by trying out a (unused, you dirty pups) vibrator on my nose, apparently the most sensitive non-rude bit of one's bod. 20 minutes later and I'm helping him pick out a DVD (Disney they ain't) and all sorts of other things that I barely understood, but which I am sure Mr Irish Friend will thoroughly enjoy. The prices seemed totally reasonable; you can get 6 Tenga Egg toys for £50 and 3 'specialist' DVDs for £40 (it seemed expensive to me, but Irish Friend assured me it's jolly good value).
Sex shops often seem a little dirty and scary, but this little shop of naughty, opposite neon paradise Baa Bar, is not so much back-street-sex-shop as Anne Summers for the boys. It's a great place for all your, erm, needs. The service is fab, too, and the sales bloke really knew what he was talking about. And apparently Irish Friend's birthday boy very much appreciated his goody bag. read more