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. 😯