There was a time...
when you'd never see a sight like this in an Irish pub. Back in the 70's, people would have been embarrassed to imagine the wall of a gents toilet displaying a comprehensive array of -- cleaning products.
Seriously, in the good old days, condoms were a luxury item, sold only by revolutionary members of the Students Union and avaricious lorry drivers returning from the Parisian meat and veg markets.
It took some of the steam out of a romantic situation if you considered the origin of your Durex: The pocket of a pimply UCD student, or a Scania glove compartment, tucked away behind the Yorkie bars and the B&W porn.
Back before expiration dates, condoms were like loaves of bread, you had to give them a little squeeze to check for freshness - If they felt brittle and breakable, you returned the pound note to your wallet, and cancelled the plans for love.
Life back then was not cheap.