Poppers ain't been amyl in all the time I've ever used 'em (so since early 90s or so at least, I'd say - longer I think).
As for working in a sex shop... twas a giggle to be sure. Learnt a thing or two... mainly how to annoy trading standards when they raid the place. Trick is to have random shite in amongst the "under the counter" products. Big bucket of nails and screws was my boss's fave - poor council cunts have to count, label and note every item for sale on the premises individually. They loved the "all nails 2p each" bin
Only one propely amusing tale leaps to mind... the then Mrs Shambles who also worked there decided to swipe a strap-on one day. Don't ask why... but she did. Door went about an hour after we'd finished that day, opened it to be confronted by our seriously irate boss demanding (very loudly with strong Manc accent): "Where' the fuck is my strap-on you thieving cunts!?! Give it back
right now or I'll break both yer fookin' legs right here, right now!!!"
We returned it and no legs were broken. Went back on sale the next day... and presumably someone later acquired one second-hand, lightly-soiled strap-on.