Apparently if you're female and between the ages of 16 and 95 you're not really a woman unless you've read 50 shades of grey.
Failure to read this book means that you are technically dead from the waist down. You are in fact 'frigid'. You are incapable of any kind of sexual pleasure. You lie prone in your bed at night, dreading the very touch of your inexperienced husband. You have given up on wearing pyjama's and have taken to sleeping wrapped in a rug, to ensure there is no inappropriate touching.
Failure to read this book means that effectively you and your other half are living as brother and sister. You'd rather have a scone and do a sudoku than have a snog and a fumble.
Having heard this I decided that I should definitely read 50 shades of grey. My sudoku habit (20 a day at the moment, but I'm on patches) does not make me frigid..
I decided to download it on my phone, rather than buy the book. My thinking being I could drip with pleasure in private, whilst looking like I was reading the daily mail online (in hindsight I'm actually more ashamed about being seen reading the daily mail in public than 50 shades of grey)
So before I read it, I read some reviews about it:
- Claire from Oxford: Good grief, its delightfully dirty!
- Camilla from Chipping Norton: Blimey, one nearly fell off ones pony whilst reading it!
- Cilla from Liverpool: Surprise, surprise...The unexpected hit me between the eyes....then between the legs...
- Christine from Middlesbrough: Effing hell, I'm proper chuffed I never threw away me skipping rope and table tennis bat...pulling me knickers down as I type....Waynes right up for it
It seems that the story is based around S&M (not to be mistaken with M&S) The first one is one person dominating, and giving pain to another. The second one is a person wanting to buy jumpers, candles and smoked salmon while the other one sulks.
It started off a bit on the bland side then got a bit ruder. He'd started tying her up and inflicting a bit of apparently pleasurable pain.
At this point I contemplated bringing a length of wood and a tennis racket out of the garage and hiding them in the wardrobe. What could possibly be more erotic that waking up my husband at 4am with a hefty smack around his head with a table leg. Just as he's coming round I would tie him up with my dressing gown cord, straddle him (erotically) while repeatedly belting him over the the head with a tennis racket. I'm sure he'd be writhing in pleasure (convulsing with serious head injuries) by this point.
Some of the 'sexy' traits of the female lead character is biting her lip and rolling her eyes. The male lead character finds it desperately and distractingly erotic and deals with it by punishing her for being dreadfully naughty.
Feeling sure my husband would react in the same manner I decided to start biting my lip and rolling my eyes too.
Husband: Did you empty the hoover
Me: No, I forgot
Husband: For gods sake
Me: Sorry *bites my lip and rolls my eyes*
Husband: Are you OK *shouting* ARE YOU OK, ARE YOU HAVING A STROKE
Once the ambulance had gone, I admitted I was attempting to be erotic.
Only then did he punch me in the face.
Finally we're getting somewhere.