Condoms were always Johnnies when I was too young to use 'em. That or the euphemism "a packet of three" when they were sold in barber's shops and the question "Would Sir like anything for the weekend?" was posed.
Heck, that takes me back: The barber's shop window full of pictures of matinee idol models with impossibly neat hair and a glowing red neon "Durex" sign, and me sitting on a plank across the arms of the chair for a short back and sides. Then back via the chippy for a bag of scraps...
I think I'm getting old. I remember when this place was all fields!