An Oxfam bookshop in Swansea has had to beg customers to stop bringing in used copies of the erotic novel 50 Shades Of Grey.
Not because it sucks (it does), and not because they're somehow soiled (they probs are), but because they get way, way too many of them.
Does selling 125 million books worldwide even count as a success if 120 million of them end up in Oxfam?
Thankfully the owner of the shop, Phil Broadhurst, is an undiscovered genius, as they've made a fort out of the books.
Corr. Now that's a real den of vice.