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At school (to get out of Religious Assembly) me and my mates were responsible for sorting out all the newspapers and magazines donated to us to sell on for recycling. There was tonnes of it collected each term, with regular finds of grumble. Whoever was donating it knew it was going to our school so I reckon they were doing it as an educational service (which it was!)
I think some recently arrived grannies got quite an eyeful.
🙂
Last hedge porn I "came across" was in 2012. There's a picture on my Flickr but it's a bit too Readers wives to post here.....and it contains a 29" wheel to make it worse
and it contains a 29″ wheel to make it worse
Pervert
Anyone remember contact mags? There were usually a couple of those in my regular rural hedgerow repository. At the time as a, youth, i fancied responding to the various broadminded ladies seeking no strings adventurous times. I never did pluck up the courage, and I was never quite sure how the PO box reply system worked. Probably just as well, as i might have got into a whole lot of bother.
I guess the advent of internet dating sites and Tinder have pretty much made contact mags obsolete.
I think some recently arrived grannies got quite an eyeful.
I missed that.
Is it part of the narrative of a post or is it from the 'plot' of one of the more niche films....
I fondly remember those days. As a youngster being titillated by a quick leaf through your mum's Littlewoods or Grattan catalogue, where occasionally in the right light you could glimpse a darker shadow of that never glimpsed by a ten year old pubic triangle under the fabric. To finding a copy of one of the art pamphlets of the time where there was actual naked bush, but tasteful, mind. And then being shocked by your first find of proper grumble, of the 'are you going to put sauce on this kebab' variety. I had no idea it looked like THAT* under the 70's undergrowth!
There's no build up any more as far as I can tell, just straight in to the deep end.
* Typing that has just made me remember one for the 'long lost threads' thread. Who remembers Flapjackie?
Anyone remember contact mags? There were usually a couple of those in my regular rural hedgerow repository. At the time as a, youth, i fancied responding to the various broadminded ladies seeking no strings adventurous times.
The modern equivalent exists on the interweb however it is now much easier to recognise that there really aren't that many 'broadminded ladies seeking no strings adventurous times', just men pretending to be broadminded ladies seeking no strings adventurous times or ladies that want your money. Nothing has changed.
I found my dad's stash when I was a teenager and used to liberate the odd magazine or three and keep them under my mattress.
My most embarrassing moment was one evening when he just popped his head round my bedroom door and said "I don't mind you borrowing the mags lad, but put them back when you're done will ya!". I was convinced he hadn't noticed I was taking them - and going down for tea 15 minutes later was excruciating. 🙂
Razzle in my pocket - What a brilliant track that is. Dury at his best, or one of his bests.
My Mayfair that I borrowed all these years ago was a much classier mag than Razzle, one page in with razzle and the bra and pants were off, at least Mayfair there was a bit of foreplay a few pages to read before nakedness
a few pages to read
What were you reading that had pics, Sandy's Fantasies were Club weren't they? (Though from memory they may well have featured in Mayfair as well).
So - did anyone ever spot someone they knew in Readers' Wives? I once spotted the PA of an old boss in a copy which was a bit of a bonus as she was very cute.
I once received a collection of pron mags as a birthday present from my best mates sister. It was appreciated much more than some of my other presents (underwear & Lynx gift sets)
Not spotted people I knew in mags, but worked with a lass who did a solo video in the late 90s (apparently she held a premier at home for her mates so it wouldn't come as a surprise if they saw it!) and I've ridden with a clubmate who was quite open that she worked in the adult industry, although I have never tried to find any of her work. Lovely girl to chat to but apparently not my scene.....
I found my dad’s stash when I was a teenager and used to liberate the odd magazine or three and keep them under my mattress.
My older brother had quite a collection, but then one day I managed to rip one of the pages so had a dilemma - extract the page (not the centrefold so a bit more work) and hope he didn't notice, put it back ripped or confess. I went for the extraction (just pix on those pages so no loss of continuity in the stories) but then had to dispose of it so decided to flush the ripped pages down the bog. You have no idea how much work it is to flush a load of scrunched up shiny paper, that stuff will not sink! I don't think he ever realised though, or if he did he never mentioned it.
My older brother had quite a collection, but then one day I managed to rip one of the pages so had a dilemma – extract the page (not the centrefold so a bit more work) and hope he didn’t notice, put it back ripped or confess. I went for the extraction (just pix on those pages so no loss of continuity in the stories) but then had to dispose of it so decided to flush the ripped pages down the bog. You have no idea how much work it is to flush a load of scrunched up shiny paper, that stuff will not sink! I don’t think he ever realised though, or if he did he never mentioned it.
YOUR OLDER BROTHER??????????? Fair game, take them, let him know, no need to hide.
I once took an entire role of negative film (we had a darkroom at home when we were kids) of pictures of my older brother's girlfriend. Then told him over tea (in front of our parents) that 'I'd found some exposed film when looking for a new roll' and the look on his face was priceless. It was never spoken about again, after all what could he do? Tell mum that I'd stolen the nudey pictures he'd taken of his girlfriend.
It was never spoken about again, after all what could he do? Tell mum that I’d stolen the nudey pictures he’d taken of his girlfriend.
Jesus, where did you grow up? Sicily?😂
Jazzmags were a potent currency I seem to recall. You could get a significant amount of goods and and gadgets for the Scandi stuff. I once traded a copy of Private for a model Volvo artic' c/w Maersk containers!
Probably about 1990 I worked in a large office building with a great group of lads.
One day one of them - let's call him Andy - came back from a trip to the gents and announced he had found a jazz mag in Trap 2 but had left it there.
One of the others popped out a few minutes later, recovered said item, and secreted it about two thirds of the way down the pike of litigation case files in Andy's in tray.
Took about three days before Andy was sorting through his in tray with our line manager trying to find a file when he uncovered the magazine. In front of the boss.
I think his horrified reaction and desperate denials of knowledge, combined with the rest of us wetting ourselves with laughter, convinced the boss that it was a set up and not a disciplinary matter.
We have clearly all grown up...no-one has asked RocketDog for his Flickr address!
Unfortunately no. She just presented me with them and said "Happy Birthday, I thought you might find these...handy"
Awesome thread, there's just no sporting endeavour in internet porn. 90s was clerly a golden age.
Last time I found hedge porn, it was at the top of the barely legal descent in hebden bridge.
In the late 90's a mate I worked with in a large shop told me about a small stash of porn hidden above one of the toilet cubicles in the bog. You had to climb up onto the toilet and push the panel up to get them down. They were obviously put there by our last manager as they had his address written on them in pencil. Obviously delivered by his local shop. He got sacked coincidentally for shagging two female employees on the premises.
Anyway...
Sometimes to relieve a bit of boredom of working as a lowly shop assistant I'd nip up there to "go to the toilet". I was only in my early 20's.
My "mate" rumbled me one day and accompanied by another "mate" they came in the gents with fire extinguishers and started spraying them both under and over the cubicle door whilst shouting out "stop having a w*nk!". I was shouting my innocence and for them to f*** off which they finally did.
What was gauling was that they were perfectly right in their assumption and never tired of reminding me of it.
Still, it was a feral place to work. I was given a load of out of date condoms by another "mate" so I had a great week rolling them onto various door handles around the store or leaving them stretched playfully over the keyboards of the customer service teams Pc's. One of the happiest moments of my working life was seeing a manager I really disliked hurriedly grabbing a door handle to go through to reception without even noticing the pre lubed condom stretched over it.
They were simple but happy days.
Never found hedge porn as a youngster so had to make do with my mum's Kay's Catalogue.
My mates dad had a stash in their loft that we nicked some of
But my mum found my stash & my dad gave me a talking to, explaining how dissapinted my mum was
On a Scout hike we were going on a Patrol camp (no leaders) we found a massive bag in a hedge , carried it back to the campsite . I had an asthma attack later that evening! & my parents had to come & pick me up.
I was gutted to learn the rest of my patrol burnt it all page by page on the campfire
Yup hedgeporn was a thing in my youth too.
Back in my boy racer days we were once parked up in the usual place one weekend morning when two of the more dodgy guys pulled up in their battered old Volvo- "Want some porn lads?" Opened the boot and it was full to the parcel shelf of various jazz mags..
Apparently they had followed the van that had been dropping off the magazine's at newsagents!
Has anyone ever seen someone they know in one?
That’s actually the complete pilot training for the Boeing 737 max.
That nearly got my pad covered in the lemon cake I was eating! Well done! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Apart from sneaking looks at the lingerie section of the various catalogues that used to be around the house, I’d occasionally find copies of ‘Health and Efficiency’ magazine in hedges; it did come as something of a relief when finding some more ‘up to date’ hedge grumble to discover that women weren’t completely smooth and featureless like a Barbie doll ‘down there’!
Has anyone ever seen someone they know in one?
Having studied Classics at Cambridge, I am confident that the correct answer to this is 'Your Mum'.
On a Scout hike we were going on a Patrol camp (no leaders) we found a massive bag in a hedge , carried it back to the campsite . I had an asthma attack later that evening!
Must have been some racy stuff to bring that on!
I don't believe for a minute that porn was burnt.
That reminds me, I've found more than a few old mags around work, usually on top of switchboards or tucked behind panels on top of the unistrut. Probably from bored sparks pulling cables.
So – did anyone ever spot someone they knew in Readers’ Wives?
No but I know a girl who appeared in a Female Faketaxi video.
Hang on...whaddya mean fake? Surely that is true, like a fly-on-the-wall documentary...?
That's just what the video says, it's probably just a legal thing 😉
In the late 80s my first graduate job was working in marketing for one of the big tour operators and I used to have to travel to the printers of the brochures to sign the it off as ready to go to print. At one printers near Peterlee I was there with a colleague, the female designer of the brochure, and the printer's account manager was really keen to show off the new multi-million pound press they had just installed and asked me to follow him when my colleague wasn't around. I was left speechless and open-mouthed when a centrefold of Club International model with her legs fully akimbo was shooting past at the rate of a couple of hundred copies a minute. The account manager then proceeded to give me samples of the various porno mags they printed there which I had to carefully hide from my colleague.
Once my Dad came back from walking the dogs and had found a video thrown in the hedge down the lane. He seemed quite please with the find. So we all sat down to dinner and got ready to watch the newly found entertainment. With no warning it was straight into footage of a German Shepherd Dog banging a woman from behind! To this day I've never seen my Mum move so fast as she dived across the living room to turn the TV off.
Still come across😆, stashes of mags in bt’s remote sites/buildings from 70’s growler style to early 90’s stuff. Passes an hour
Has anyone ever seen someone they know in one?
A friend of mine at college was on the front cover of Club International, she was quite in to me but I didn't take the hint which in retrospect was probably a good thing #louise 😳
FIFY
in retrospect was probably a tragic thing #louise
Thanks for that reminder derek - regrets I've got many 😭
Wasn't sure whether to post this on here or on the CV19 thread, but this subject (top shelf literature) came up in a conversation last night. Me and a couple of friends were due to meet up just as CV19 started and so instead we met in our virtual zoom pub. We had another trip to the pub last night, but I was bemoaning the fact that I haven't got any beer and I can't justify a trip out just for beer.
And we concluded that the approach is the same as it was when appropriating top shelf grumble back in the 80's
1/ you have to go to a shop away from where you live so no-one knows you.
2/ you put the beer in the bottom of the basket and cover it with essentials (bread, milk, etc.)
3/ if challenged claim that it must've got in there by accident.
4/ sneak it into the house when your mum / wife isn't looking
5/ enjoy it while sat in a room on your own with just a t-shirt on.
N0. 5 gave me a very uncomfortable feeling.
it's one of the rules of the Zoom pub.....no Winnie the Poohing.
https://twitter.com/SartorialThug/status/1253954399937998848?s=19
😀 the reply! Original is good, too!