I remember that, as as fresher student in London, I went to see a godanged awful, tripe of a farce at Vaudeville, called well called the title of this post. It was so godanged dreadful that it was memorable. Sadly.
Years later I bought a copy of Eric Kroll's magnificent Fetish Girls. It is suggestive. It is not pornographic. Artistic, certainly. I put it on the coffee table in the waiting room at work. One particular colleague thumbed through it, sniggering (and shaking). Everyone else (except some clients from Charleston, South Carolina), left it well alone and, eventually, I was prevailed upon to remove it. I think that the word 'inappropriate' was used (through thin, well-pursed lips), along the way. So, you see, it is true: No Sex, Please! We're British! Another reason to live in Brazil.