which would invariably be left in full display on the parcel shelf

– ha – done to me by “friends”.
Oh how me and the missus laughed.

wysiwyg – Member

How are these publications still going? Who the hell buys them?

Sailors innit, or specifically submariners with no internet access.

At St Levan’s gate Devonport Dockyard, there is a small row of shops with everything the sailor with a few hours ashore needs, including a uniform adjuster (you know, where you get your braiding ets sewn on), a greasy spoon, a topless pub, bookies/fuitmachine place and the Legendary Ron Dewdney’s pasties, which sells almost as much top shelf grot as it does food. So much so that there is but a token sprinkling of daily papers and puzzle books right at the bottom, and the top shelves start about three feet from the floor and go all the way to the ceiling. 😯

In my mates mixed flat in uni halls one of the three toilet cubicles was pasted floor to ceiling with pictures of very unchristian sexual practices from grumble mags.

The cleaners refused to go in there so it was like that bog out of trainspotting by the end of the year, even then we caught one lad from a different flat cracking one out in there

Brilliant thread.

I’ve just remembered something else.

I was about 11 and round a mates house, I had a vague idea of what filth mags were, but only from tiny scraps found in hedgerows. My mate told me that we had to make ourselves scarce as the “porn baron” was turning up to sell some grot to my mates older brother (about 15). We went into his room to play on the Spectrum or something similar when the doorbell goes and hear his brother go to the front door.

Being nosey I decide to look out to see the identity of the “Porn Baron”. Turns out it was my 15yo cousin who lived about 10 miles away and had cycled over to carry out his trade!

double post

used to find loads at remote sites at work,mainly 60’s and 70’s vintage,I don’t mind a growler